| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: "it is the tailless one!" And indeed it was the big bay-
coloured leader.
"It is not wise to kill cubs and lahinis," Mowgli went on
philosophically, wiping the blood out of his eyes, "unless one
has also killed the Outlier; and it is in my stomach that this
Won-tolla kills thee."
A dhole leaped to his leader's aid; but before his teeth had
found Won-tolla's flank, Mowgli's knife was in his throat,
and Gray Brother took what was left.
"And thus do we do in the Jungle," said Mowgli.
Won-tolla said not a word, only his jaws were closing and
The Second Jungle Book |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: private American adventurer was landed with his pieces of artillery
from an American war-ship, and became prime minister to the king.
It is true (even if he were ever really supported) that he was soon
dropped and had soon sold himself for money to the German firm. I
will leave it to the reader whether this trait dignifies or not the
wretched story. And the end of it spattered the credit alike of
England and the States, when this man (the premier of a friendly
sovereign) was kidnapped and deported, on the requisition of an
American consul, by the captain of an English war-ship. I shall
have to tell, as I proceed, of villages shelled on very trifling
grounds by Germans; the like has been done of late years, though in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: been scared to hear it.
As when some mighty wave that thunders on the beach when the west
wind has lashed it into fury--it has reared its head afar and now
comes crashing down on the shore; it bows its arching crest high
over the jagged rocks and spews its salt foam in all
directions--even so did the serried phalanxes of the Danaans
march steadfastly to battle. The chiefs gave orders each to his
own people, but the men said never a word; no man would think it,
for huge as the host was, it seemed as though there was not a
tongue among them, so silent were they in their obedience; and as
they marched the armour about their bodies glistened in the sun.
The Iliad |
