| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: it may be that thy Lord will cover for you your offences and will
bring you into gardens beneath which rivers flow!-the day God will not
disgrace the Prophet nor those who believe with him; their light shall
run on before them, and at their right hands! they shall say, 'Our
Lord! perfect for us our light and forgive us; verily, Thou art mighty
over all!'
O thou prophet! fight strenuously against the misbelievers and
hypocrites and be stern towards them; for their resort is hell, and an
evil journey shall it be!
God strikes out a parable to those who misbelieve: the wife of
Noah and the wife of Lot; they were under two of our righteous
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: looking at the great dark facade edged with moonlight for
some moments, and then turned towards the hotel, which showed
a pink-lit window.
"I wonder," she said, "if Belinda is still up, And what she
will think when I tell her of the final extinction of Mr.
Lake. I think she rather looked forward to being the intimate
friend, secrets and everything, of Mrs. Gunter Lake."
Section 10
Sir Richmond woke up at dawn and he woke out of an
extraordinary dream. He was saying to Miss Grammont:
"There is no other marriage than the marriage of true minds.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: talking about Latin and English poetry, or telling me about his long
stay in Italy.
I can give no idea of the peculiar charm and vividness of his talk.
In a crowd he was nearly always silent. Even for his classroom
he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes.
When he was tired, his lectures were clouded, obscure, elliptical;
but when he was interested they were wonderful. I believe that Gaston
Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought
that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift.
He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.
How often I have seen him draw his dark brows together, fix his eyes
My Antonia |
