| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift: their computation. It is true, a child just dropt from its dam,
may be supported by her milk, for a solar year, with little other
nourishment: at most not above the value of two shillings, which
the mother may certainly get, or the value in scraps, by her
lawful occupation of begging; and it is exactly at one year old
that I propose to provide for them in such a manner, as, instead
of being a charge upon their parents, or the parish, or wanting
food and raiment for the rest of their lives, they shall, on the
contrary, contribute to the feeding, and partly to the cloathing
of many thousands.
There is likewise another great advantage in my scheme, that it
A Modest Proposal |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: yourselves so, shrivelling up your souls with fiery liquors! I
have done with you. Years and years ago, I groped into your
hearts and found nothing there for my purpose. Get ye gone!"
"Why, you uncivil scoundrel," cried the fierce doctor, "is that
the way you respond to the kindness of your best friends? Then
let me tell you the truth. You have no more found the
Unpardonable Sin than yonder boy Joe has. You are but a crazy
fellow,--I told you so twenty years ago,-neither better nor worse
than a crazy fellow, and the fit companion of old Humphrey,
here!"
He pointed to an old man, shabbily dressed, with long white hair,
The Snow Image |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: 'Who are you, fair youth, and wherefore travel you this
doleful road?'
'Who I am my parents know; but I travel this doleful road
because I have been invited by a hospitable man, who promises
to feast me, and to make me sleep upon I know not what
wondrous bed.'
Then the old man clapped his hands together and cried -
'O house of Hades, man-devouring! will thy maw never be full?
Know, fair youth, that you are going to torment and to death,
for he who met you (I will requite your kindness by another)
is a robber and a murderer of men. Whatsoever stranger he
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