| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: of her beauty. Some- those wounded by the irresistible shafts launched
by her bright eyes- made as though they would follow her, heedless
of the frank declaration they had heard; seeing which, and deeming
this a fitting occasion for the exercise of his chivalry in aid of
distressed damsels, Don Quixote, laying his hand on the hilt of his
sword, exclaimed in a loud and distinct voice:
"Let no one, whatever his rank or condition, dare to follow the
beautiful Marcela, under pain of incurring my fierce indignation.
She has shown by clear and satisfactory arguments that little or no
fault is to be found with her for the death of Chrysostom, and also
how far she is from yielding to the wishes of any of her lovers, for
Don Quixote |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: three to join them. A moment later they were all in the garden,
walking carefully toward the house.
The door was closed but there were no bars at the windows of the
ground floor. Amster looked inquiringly at the commissioner and
the latter nodded and said, "All right, go ahead."
The next minute Amster had broken in through one pane of the window
and turned the latch. The inner window was broken already so that
it was not difficult for him to open it without any further noise.
He disappeared into the dark room within. In a few seconds they
heard a key turn in the door and it opened gently. The men entered,
all except the policeman, who remained outside. The blind of his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: seize the Zulus, let him do so himself. Are you mad or drunk that you
should think that Allan would wish to betray Marie to the Kaffirs, to
say nothing of the rest of us?" and she began to wave an extremely dirty
"vatdoek", or dishcloth, which she always carried about with her and
used for every purpose, towards Kambula as a sign of peace.
Now the Boers gave way, and Marais, seeing himself in a minority,
glowered at me in silence.
"Ask these white people, O Macumazahn," said Kambula, "who is their
captain, for to the captain I would speak."
I translated the question, and Marais answered:
"I am."
Marie |
