| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: she thought had duped her.
"Ah! I found a powerful support, indeed, when I entered thy family!"
she sneered.
"It is at least the equal of thine," Antipas replied.
Herodias felt the blood of the kings and priests, her ancestors,
boiling in her veins.
"Thy grandfather was a servile attendant upon the temple of Ascalon!"
she went on, with fury. "Thy other ancestors were shepherds, bandits,
conductors of caravans, a horde of slaves offered as tribute to King
David! My forefathers were the conquerors of thine! The first of the
Maccabees drove thy people out of Hebron; Hyrcanus forced them to be
Herodias |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: continued in the same note of grim jocularity: "For you must know
that the picture is not mine--it is my daughter's."
He followed with evident amusement the surprised glance which
Wyant turned on the young girl's impassive figure.
"Sybilla," he pursued, "is a votary of the arts; she has
inherited her fond father's passion for the unattainable.
Luckily, however, she also recently inherited a tidy legacy from
her grandmother; and having seen the Leonardo, on which its
discoverer had placed a price far beyond my reach, she took a
step which deserves to go down to history: she invested her whole
inheritance in the purchase of the picture, thus enabling me to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: scarlet tanagers; the orioles with their marvellous notes, and the tanagers in
their scarlet golfing coats glinting here and there in the sunshine. Nests
everywhere, and Tattine on one long voyage of discovery, until she knew where
at least twenty little bird families were going to crack-shell their way into
life. But there was one little family of whose whereabouts she knew nothing,
nor anyone else for that matter, until "Hark, what was that?"--Mabel and
Rudolph and Tattine were running across the end of the porch, and it was
Rudolph who brought them to a standstill.
"It's puppies under the piazza, that's what it is," declared Tattine; "where
ever did they come from, and how ever do you suppose they got there?"
"I think it's a good deal more important to know how you'll ever get them
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