| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: comparable one of war. Service is the word, active service, in the
military sense; and the religious man - I beg pardon, the pious man
- is he who has a military joy in duty - not he who weeps over the
wounded. We can do no more than try to do our best. Really, I am
the grandson of the manse - I preach you a kind of sermon. Box the
brat's ears!
My mother - to pass to matters more within my competence - finely
enjoys herself. The new country, some new friends we have made,
the interesting experiment of this climate-which (at least) is
tragic - all have done her good. I have myself passed a better
winter than for years, and now that it is nearly over have some
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: wanted to see you."
"See me?"
"Yes, it must have undoubtedly been only a pretext for now,
when he could plead the same reason, as you are my father's
prisoner again, he does not care any longer for you; quite
the contrary, -- I heard him say to my father only yesterday
that he did not know you."
"Go on, Rosa, pray do, that I may guess who that man is, and
what he wants."
"Are you quite sure, Mynheer Cornelius, that none of your
friends can interest himself for you?"
The Black Tulip |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: This was heard with terror, because usually the king made much of a
good belch well off the stomach. The other guests determined to get
rid in another way of the vapours which were dodging about in their
pancreatic retorts; and at first they endeavoured to hold them for a
little while in the pleats of their mesenteries. It was then that some
of them puffed and swelled like tax-gatherers. Beaupertuys took the
good king aside and said to him--
"Know now that I have had made by the Church jeweller Peccard, two
large dolls, exactly resembling this lady and myself. Now when hard-
pressed by the drugs which I have put in their goblets, they desire to
mount the throne to which we are now about to pretend to go, they will
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
