| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: are on the high land on either side you look right across it,
unless you are near enough to see down. The houses of the old town--
the side away from us, are all red-roofed, and seem piled up one
over the other anyhow, like the pictures we see of Nuremberg.
Right over the town is the ruin of Whitby Abbey, which was sacked
by the Danes, and which is the scene of part of "Marmion,"
where the girl was built up in the wall. It is a most noble ruin,
of immense size, and full of beautiful and romantic bits.
There is a legend that a white lady is seen in one of the windows.
Between it and the town there is another church, the parish one,
round which is a big graveyard, all full of tombstones.
Dracula |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: that this woman was young and beautiful; and her style of beauty
struck him more forcibly from its being totally different from
that of the southern countries in which D'Artagnan had hitherto
resided. She was pale and fair, with long curls falling in
profusion over her shoulders, had large, blue, languishing eyes,
rosy lips, and hands of alabaster. She was talking with great
animation with the stranger.
"His Eminence, then, orders me--" said the lady.
"To return instantly to England, and to inform him as soon as the
duke leaves London."
"And as to my other instructions?" asked the fair traveler.
The Three Musketeers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: with my heart in my mouth and no harm done. Thence at last
to C's.: no C. Next place I came to was in the zone of
woods. They offered me a buggy and set a black boy to wash
my legs and feet. 'Washum legs belong that fellow white-man'
was the command. So at last I ran down my son of a gun in
the hotel, sober, and with no story to tell; penitent, I
think. Home, by buggy and my poor feet, up three miles of
root, boulder, gravel and liquid mud, slipping back at every
step.
SUNDAY, SEPT. 4TH.
Hope you will be able to read a word of the last, no joke
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