| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: must be numbered, are Barbarians. Those who have much, among whom
my daughter and I are the sole survivors, are the Instructed."
"There are nearly two thousand millions of living people in
this world," I said, "and you name all of them Barbarians?"
"All, Humphrey, excepting, of course, myself and my daughter
who are not known to be alive. You think that you have learned
much, whereas in truth you are most ignorant. The commonest of
the outer nations, when I destroyed them, knew more than your
wisest know today."
"You are mistaken, Oro; since then we have learned something of
the soul."
When the World Shook |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: course... but as it is..."
Mavra Kuzminichna grew abashed and confused. The officer did not
decline, but took the note quietly and thanked her.
"If the count had been at home..." Mavra Kuzminichna went on
apologetically. "Christ be with you, sir! May God preserve you!"
said she, bowing as she saw him out.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer
ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza
bridge to overtake his regiment.
But Mavra Kuzminichna stood at the closed gate for some time with
moist eyes, pensively swaying her head and feeling an unexpected
War and Peace |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: completely isolated from all he had ever seen or known before; or
like a thistle-seed borne on the wind to some strange nook of
uncongenial soil, where it must lie long enough before it can take
root and germinate, extracting nourishment from what appears so
alien to its nature: if, indeed, it ever can. But this gives no
proper idea of my feelings at all; and no one that has not lived
such a retired, stationary life as mine, can possibly imagine what
they were: hardly even if he has known what it is to awake some
morning, and find himself in Port Nelson, in New Zealand, with a
world of waters between himself and all that knew him.
I shall not soon forget the peculiar feeling with which I raised my
Agnes Grey |
