| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: while a large pocket-book lay open before him. It was quite evident,
at a glance, that the gentleman was Eva's father. There was the
same noble cast of head, the same large blue eyes, the same
golden-brown hair; yet the expression was wholly different.
In the large, clear blue eyes, though in form and color exactly
similar, there was wanting that misty, dreamy depth of expression;
all was clear, bold, and bright, but with a light wholly of this
world: the beautifully cut mouth had a proud and somewhat sarcastic
expression, while an air of free-and-easy superiority sat not
ungracefully in every turn and movement of his fine form. He was
listening, with a good-humored, negligent air, half comic, half
Uncle Tom's Cabin |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: a low, Oriental postern through which camels could not pass
till they were unloaded - which is very likely just; and then
went on, bravely confounding the 'kingdom of God' with
heaven, the future paradise, to show that of course no rich
person could expect to carry his riches beyond the grave -
which, of course, he could not and never did. Various greedy
sinners of the congregation drank in the comfortable doctrine
with relief. It was worth the while having come to church
that Sunday morning! All was plain. The Bible, as usual,
meant nothing in particular; it was merely an obscure and
figurative school-copybook; and if a man were only
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: They wash their feet in soda water
_Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!_
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
The Waste Land |
