| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: "You hear that!" cried Celeste, triumphantly, looking at Felix
Phellion.
"I am not openly devout," continued la Peyrade. "I go to mass at six
every morning, that I may not be observed; I fast on Fridays; I am, in
short, a son of the Church, and I would not undertake any serious
enterprise without prayer, after the ancient fashion of our ancestors;
but no one is able to notice my religion. A singular thing happened to
our family during the Revolution of 1789, which attached us more
closely than ever to our holy mother the Church. A poor young lady of
the elder branch of the Peyrades, who owned the little estate of la
Peyrade,--for we ourselves are Peyrades of Canquoelle, but the two
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: entered, and in an instant was again absorbed in his occupation
of writing or calculating--I know not which.
Mr, Crimsworth, having removed his mackintosh, sat down by the
fire. I remained standing near the hearth; he said presently--
"Steighton, you may leave the room; I have some business to
transact with this gentleman. Come back when you hear the bell."
The individual at the desk rose and departed, closing the door as
he went out. Mr. Crimsworth stirred the fire, then folded his
arms, and sat a moment thinking, his lips compressed, his brow
knit. I had nothing to do but to watch him--how well his
features were cut! what a handsome man he was! Whence, then, came
The Professor |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: at her disposal, she possessed herself of it with a farther
displacement of her surroundings, explaining meanwhile that she
had come across from Mount Kisco in her motor-car that morning,
and had been kicking her heels for an hour at Garrisons, without
even the alleviation of a cigarette, her brute of a
husband having neglected to replenish her case before they parted
that morning.
"And at this hour of the day I don't suppose you've a single one
left, have you, Lily?" she plaintively concluded.
Miss Bart caught the startled glance of Mr. Percy Gryce, whose
own lips were never defiled by tobacco.
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