| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: need to waste more blows," said the man who had struck first. "This
one will never go back to Zululand, and I think that few will care to
follow him. Let us make an end: run, some of you, and find stones to
stop the burrow, for now the sport is done."
He turned as he spoke and so did the others, and this was what the
Slaughter sought. With a swift movement, he freed himself from the
dead man and sprang to his feet. They heard the sound and turned
again, but as they turned Groan-Maker pecked softly, and that man who
had sworn by the Lily was no more a man. Then Umslopogaas leaped
forwards, and, bounding on to the great rock, stood there like a buck
against the sky.
Nada the Lily |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther: blasphemies. They want to give to Christendom the damage caused
by their own negligence. Then, when we say, "Christendom does not
err," we shall also be saying that they do not err, since
Christendom believes it to be so. So no pilgrimage can be wrong,
no matter how obviously the Devil is a participant in it. No
indulgence can be wrong, regardless of how horrible the lies
involved. In other words, there is nothing there but holiness!
Therefore to this you reply, "It is not a question of who is and
who is not condemned." They inject this irrelevant idea in order
to divert us from the topic at hand. We are now discussing the
Word of God. What Christendom is or do does belongs somewhere
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: in her power to end it with a word, longing to bring peace to
that troubled heart, she heard with terror the voice of her
overpowering love commanding her to be silent. And she submitted
after a short and fierce struggle of her old self against the new
principle of her life. She wrapped herself up in absolute
silence, the only safeguard against some fatal admission. She
could not trust herself to make a sign, to murmur a word for fear
of saying too much; and the very violence of the feelings that
stirred the innermost recesses of her soul seemed to turn her
person into a stone. The dilated nostrils and the flashing eyes
were the only signs of the storm raging within, and those signs
Almayer's Folly |
