| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucolics by Virgil: An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
These fields are mine." Now, cowed and out of heart,
Since Fortune turns the whole world upside down,
We are taking him- ill luck go with the same!-'
These kids you see.
LYCIDAS
But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: had never moved in a higher sphere of influence than that of
parish overseer; and that the way in which I have come to the
conclusion that human nature is lovable--the way I have learnt
something of its deep pathos, its sublime mysteries--has been by
living a great deal among people more or less commonplace and
vulgar, of whom you would perhaps hear nothing very surprising if
you were to inquire about them in the neighbourhoods where they
dwelt. Ten to one most of the small shopkeepers in their vicinity
saw nothing at all in them. For I have observed this remarkable
coincidence, that the select natures who pant after the ideal, and
find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command
Adam Bede |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: or eye, you will be in agonies for half a day. That is the evil
plant with which the poachers kill the salmon.
How do they do that?
When the salmon are spawning up in the little brooks, and the
water is low, they take that spurge, and grind it between two
stones under water, and let the milk run down into the pool; and
at that all the poor salmon turn up dead. Then comes the water-
bailiff, and catches the poachers. Then comes the policeman, with
his sword at his side and his truncheon under his arm: and then
comes a "cheap journey" to Tralee Gaol, in which those foolish
poachers sit and reconsider themselves, and determine not to break
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