| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: made. Anyone coming along the road from Chobham or Wo-
king would have been amazed at the sight--a dwindling mul-
titude of perhaps a hundred people or more standing in a
great irregular circle, in ditches, behind bushes, behind gates
and hedges, saying little to one another and that in short,
excited shouts, and staring, staring hard at a few heaps of
sand. The barrow of ginger beer stood, a queer derelict, black
against the burning sky, and in the sand pits was a row of
deserted vehicles with their horses feeding out of nosebags
or pawing the ground.
CHAPTER FIVE
War of the Worlds |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: groom attempts to clean the horse with his face turned the same way as
the horse, he runs the risk of getting a knock in the face from the
animal's knee or hoof. When cleaning him he should turn his face in
the opposite direction to the horse, and planting himself well out of
the way of his leg, at an angle to his shoulder-blade, proceed to rub
him down. He will then escape all mischief, and he will be able to
clean the frog by folding back the hoof. Let him clean the hind-legs
in the same way.
The man who has to do with the horse should know, with regard to this
and all other necessary operations, that he ought to approach as
little as possible from the head or the tail to perform them; for if
On Horsemanship |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: asked by signs for something to drink; but the cry was spasmodic, and
there were convulsive twitchings in the limbs, which turned me to ice.
I jumped out of bed to fetch him a drink. Imagine my horror when, on
my handing him the cup, he remained motionless, only repeating
"Mamma!" in that strange, unfamiliar voice, which was indeed by this
time hardly a voice at all. I took his hand, but it did not respond to
my pressure; it was quite stiff. I put the cup to his lips; the poor
little fellow gulped down three or four mouthfuls in a convulsive
manner that was terrible to see, and the water made a strange sound in
his throat. He clung to me desperately, and I saw his eyes roll, as
though some hidden force within were pulling at them, till only the
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