| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: come a good black stormy night and I could get ashore.
You see, they've got spies on me. They've got a right
to come up and buy drinks at the bar yonder forrard,
and they take that chance to bribe somebody to keep watch
on me--porter or boots or somebody. If I was to slip
ashore without anybody seeing me, they would know it inside
of an hour."
So then he got to wandering along, and pretty soon,
sure enough, he was telling! He was poking along through
his ups and downs, and when he come to that place he went
right along. He says:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: looking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I
feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as
your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may
greet you as the Queen of Birds." The Crow lifted up her head and
began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the
piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by
Master Fox. "That will do," said he. "That was all I wanted. In
exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the
future
."Do not trust flatterers."
The Sick Lion
Aesop's Fables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: cold. What is it, Nasie? Be quick and tell me, this is enough
to----"
"Well, then, my husband knows everything," said the Countess.
"Just imagine it; do you remember, father, that bill of Maxime's
some time ago? Well, that was not the first. I had paid ever so
many before that. About the beginning of January M. de Trailles
seemed very much troubled. He said nothing to me; but it is so
easy to read the hearts of those you love, a mere trifle is
enough; and then you feel things instinctively. Indeed, he was
more tender and affectionate than ever, and I was happier than I
had ever been before. Poor Maxime! in himself he was really
Father Goriot |
