| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: I'll surprise her to-night in the middle of a dance."
He deposited a gold piece among the candles on
the table and followed Father Abella through a side
door. A corridor ran behind the long line of rooms
designed not only for priests but for travellers al-
ways sure of a welcome at these hospitable Mis-
sions. Father Abella shuffled ahead, halted on the
threshold of a large room, and ceremoniously in-
vited his guests to enter. Two other priests stood
before a table set with wine and delicate confec-
tions, their hands concealed in their wide brown
Rezanov |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: acquaintance were marked each with a flame.
The flames were gathering thick at present, for Stransom had
entered that dark defile of our earthly descent in which some one
dies every day. It was only yesterday that Kate Creston had
flashed out her white fire; yet already there were younger stars
ablaze on the tips of the tapers. Various persons in whom his
interest had not been intense drew closer to him by entering this
company. He went over it, head by head, till he felt like the
shepherd of a huddled flock, with all a shepherd's vision of
differences imperceptible. He knew his candles apart, up to the
colour of the flame, and would still have known them had their
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: of humanity to him;--and for an act of unostentatious kindness,
there is nobody whom I would fix on more than on Mr. Knightley.
I know he had horses to-day--for we arrived together; and I laughed at
him about it, but he said not a word that could betray."
"Well," said Mrs. Weston, smiling, "you give him credit for
more simple, disinterested benevolence in this instance than I do;
for while Miss Bates was speaking, a suspicion darted into my head,
and I have never been able to get it out again. The more I think
of it, the more probable it appears. In short, I have made a match
between Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax. See the consequence
of keeping you company!--What do you say to it?"
Emma |
