| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: and concrete enough, became now realistic in the highest degree.
She figured that pleasant young man, lecturing in the most edifying
way to his students, herself modestly prominent as his intellectual
mate and helper; she figured a refined little home, with two bureaus,
with white shelves of high-class books, and autotypes of the pictures
of Rossetti and Burne-Jones, with Morris's wall papers and flowers in
pots of beaten copper. Indeed she figured many things. On the Pincio
the two had a few precious moments together, while Helen marched
Fanny off to see the muro Torto, and he spoke at once plainly. He
said he hoped their friendship was only beginning, that he already
found her company very precious to him, that indeed it was more than
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Duchesse de Langeais by Honore de Balzac: striking characteristic, had not destroyed the very French quick
mobility of her person. There was an extraordinary fascination
in her swift, incessant changes of attitude. She seemed as if
she surely would be a most delicious mistress when her corset and
the encumbering costume of her part were laid aside. All the
rapture of love surely was latent in the freedom of her
expressive glances, in her caressing tones, in the charm of her
words. She gave glimpses of the high-born courtesan within her,
vainly protesting against the creeds of the duchess.
You might sit near her through an evening, she would be gay and
melancholy in turn, and her gaiety, like her sadness, seemed
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: on their fore feet, when their hind legs had been shattered by shot.
After the battle the wounded men were brought in and the dead were buried."
"And what about the wounded horses?" I said; "were they left to die?"
"No, the army farriers went over the field with their pistols
and shot all that were ruined; some that had only slight wounds
were brought back and attended to, but the greater part of the noble,
willing creatures that went out that morning never came back!
In our stables there was only about one in four that returned.
"I never saw my dear master again. I believe he fell dead from the saddle.
I never loved any other master so well. I went into many other engagements,
but was only once wounded, and then not seriously; and when the war was over
|
