| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: Buck grabbed his hat.
"I'm going to wire Jock."
"All right! That'll save me fifty cents. Do you know what
he'll wire back? `Go to it. Get the tango on its native
tairn'--or words to that effect."
"Emma, use a little logic and common sense!"
There was a note in Buck's voice that brought a quick response
from Mrs. McChesney. She dropped her little air of gayety. The
pain in his voice, and the hurt in his eyes, and the pleading in
his whole attitude banished the smile from her face. It had not
been much of a smile, anyway. T. A. knew her genuine smiles well
Emma McChesney & Co. |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: Trina's clothes were hanging there--skirts and waists,
jackets, and stiff white petticoats. What a vision! For an
instant McTeague caught his breath, spellbound. If he had
suddenly discovered Trina herself there, smiling at him,
holding out her hands, he could hardly have been more
overcome. Instantly he recognized the black dress she had
worn on that famous first day. There it was, the little
jacket she had carried over her arm the day he had terrified
her with his blundering declaration, and still others, and
others--a whole group of Trinas faced him there. He went
farther into the closet, touching the clothes gingerly,
McTeague |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: Swedish sailor, and whose mother was dead.
"I have no one in the world but you," he answered with a troubled
voice; "and your compassion is so much a part of your religion that I
can never lose it--and I will never deserve to lose it."
This answer struck the sensitive chord of true delicacy in the minds
of all present.
"We love you, Monsieur Butscha," said Madame Mignon, with much feeling
in her voice.
"I've six hundred thousand francs of my own, this day," cried Dumay,
"and you shall be a notary and the successor of Latournelle."
The American wife took the hand of the poor hunchback and pressed it.
Modeste Mignon |
