| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: Lycaon, will you do as I tell you? If you dare send an arrow at
Menelaus you will win honour and thanks from all the Trojans, and
especially from prince Alexandrus--he would be the first to
requite you very handsomely if he could see Menelaus mount his
funeral pyre, slain by an arrow from your hand. Take your home
aim then, and pray to Lycian Apollo, the famous archer; vow that
when you get home to your strong city of Zelea you will offer a
hecatomb of firstling lambs in his honour."
His fool's heart was persuaded, and he took his bow from its
case. This bow was made from the horns of a wild ibex which he
had killed as it was bounding from a rock; he had stalked it, and
The Iliad |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: and these last proved themselves no honester men than they were
brave, for there being great misery among us English, and every one
of us straggling where he could to get food, every day one or more
who went out never came back, and that caused a suspicion that the
negroes had betrayed them to the Spaniards, or, maybe, slain and
eaten them. So these fellows being upbraided, with that altogether
left us, telling us boldly, that if they had eaten our fellows, we
owed them a debt instead of the Spanish prisoners; and we, in great
terror and hunger, went forward and over the mountains till we came
to a little river which ran northward, which seemed to lead into
the Northern Sea; and there Mr. O.--who, sirs, I will say, after
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: men was leaning over her shoulder and whispering in her ear. I
took up my position at the Maison-d'or, in one of the first-floor
rooms, and did not lose sight of the window for an instant. At
one in the morning Marguerite got into her carriage with her
three friends. I took a cab and followed them. The carriage
stopped at No. 9, Rue d'Antin. Marguerite got out and went in
alone. It was no doubt a mere chance, but the chance filled me
with delight.
From that time forward, I often met Marguerite at the theatre or
in the Champs-Elysees. Always there was the same gaiety in her,
the same emotion in me.
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