| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Sarkoja wears it, John Carter," she answered.
I turned without further word and sought out Tars Tarkas,
to whom I vehemently objected to the unnecessary humiliations
and cruelties, as they seemed to my lover's eyes, that were
being heaped upon Dejah Thoris.
"John Carter," he answered, "if ever you and Dejah Thoris
escape the Tharks it will be upon this journey. We know that
you will not go without her. You have shown yourself a
mighty fighter, and we do not wish to manacle you, so we
hold you both in the easiest way that will yet ensure security.
I have spoken."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain: in one respect: his brethren allowed sense to intrude when it did
not mar the sound, but he does not allow it to intrude at all.
For example, consider this figure, which he used in the village
"Address" referred to with such candid complacency in the title-page
above quoted--"like the topmost topaz of an ancient tower."
Please read it again; contemplate it; measure it; walk around it;
climb up it; try to get at an approximate realization of the size of it.
Is the fellow to that to be found in literature, ancient or modern,
foreign or domestic, living or dead, drunk or sober? One notices
how fine and grand it sounds. We know that if it was loftily uttered,
it got a noble burst of applause from the villagers; yet there isn't
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: most of the Davidsons at home. What I noticed under the
superficial aspect of vapid sweetness was her convex, obstinate
forehead, and her small, red, pretty, ungenerous mouth. But then I
am an observer with strong prejudices. Most of us were fetched by
her white, swan-like neck, by that drooping, innocent profile.
There was a lot of latent devotion to Davidson's wife hereabouts,
at that time, I can tell you. But my idea was that she repaid it
by a profound suspicion of the sort of men we were; a mistrust
which extended - I fancied - to her very husband at times. And I
thought then she was jealous of him in a way; though there were no
women that she could be jealous about. She had no women's society.
Within the Tides |
