| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: alarmed lest Godfrey's accusation should be true--lest he should
be raising his own will as an obstacle to Eppie's good. For many
moments he was mute, struggling for the self-conquest necessary to
the uttering of the difficult words. They came out tremulously.
"I'll say no more. Let it be as you will. Speak to the child.
I'll hinder nothing."
Even Nancy, with all the acute sensibility of her own affections,
shared her husband's view, that Marner was not justifiable in his
wish to retain Eppie, after her real father had avowed himself. She
felt that it was a very hard trial for the poor weaver, but her code
allowed no question that a father by blood must have a claim above
Silas Marner |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: meeting, overjoyed at the prospect of a royal alliance. But when
he came there the Lion simply pounced on the Ass, and said to the
Fox: "Here is our dinner for to-day. Watch you here while I go
and have a nap. Woe betide you if you touch my prey." The Lion
went away and the Fox waited; but finding that his master did not
return, ventured to take out the brains of the Ass and ate them
up. When the Lion came back he soon noticed the absence of the
brains, and asked the Fox in a terrible voice: "What have you done
with the brains?"
"Brains, your Majesty! it had none, or it would never have
fallen into your trap."
Aesop's Fables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: We have got double weights at the guys, and hope to get it up like
a shot.
What fun you three must be having! I hope the cold don't disagree
with you. - I remain, my dear mother, your affectionate son,
R. L. STEVENSON.
Letter: TO MRS. THOMAS STEVENSON
PULTENEY, WICK, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1868.
MY DEAR MOTHER, - Another storm: wind higher, rain thicker: the
wind still rising as the night closes in and the sea slowly rising
along with it; it looks like a three days' gale.
Last week has been a blank one: always too much sea.
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