| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: In the "Schoeffer" book the holes are probably the work of Anobium
pertinax, because the centre is spared and both ends attacked.
Originally, real wooden boards were the covers of the volume,
and here, doubtless, the attack was commenced, which was carried
through each board into the paper of the book.
I remember well my first visit to the Bodleian Library,
in the year 1858, Dr. Bandinel being then the librarian.
He was very kind, and afforded me every facility for examining
the fine collection of "Caxtons," which was the object of my journey.
In looking over a parcel of black-letter fragments, which had been
in a drawer for a long time, I came across a small grub, which,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: They sat side by side outside the
window, whispering and listening.
In half an hour the moon rose
over the wood. It shone full and
clear and cold, upon the house
amongst the rocks, and in at the
kitchen window. But alas, no little
rabbit babies were to be seen!
The moonbeams twinkled on the
carving knife and the pie dish, and
made a path of brightness across
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: the close of the feast. This stimulated the knight's emulation:
young Gamwell supplied him with a bow and arrow, and he took his
station among the foresters, but had the mortification to be out-shot
by them all, and to see one of them lodge the point of his arrow
in the golden ring of the centre, and receive the prize from the hand
of the beautiful Matilda, who smiled on him with particular grace.
The jealous knight scrutinised the successful champion with
great attention, and surely thought he had seen that face before.
In the mean time the forester led the lady to the station.
The luckless Sir Ralph drank deep draughts of love from the matchless
grace of her attitudes, as, taking the bow in her left hand,
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