| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: from the hands of their owners, stood and lay the survivors of
the awful struggle, and at their feet were four wounded men.
We had gone into the fight thirty strong, and of the thirty
but fifteen remained alive, and five of them (including Mr Mackenzie)
were wounded, two mortally. Of those who held the entrance,
Curtis and the Zulu alone remained. Good had lost five men killed,
I had lost two killed, and Mackenzie no less than five out of
the six with him. As for the survivors they were, with the exception
of myself who had never come to close quarters, red from head
to foot -- Sir Henry's armour might have been painted that colour
-- and utterly exhausted, except Umslopogaas, who, as he grimly
Allan Quatermain |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato: occupation, fortune, which will divide us from some persons and unite us to
others. 6) There is an ancient saying, Qui amicos amicum non habet. But
is not some less exclusive form of friendship better suited to the
condition and nature of man? And in those especially who have no family
ties, may not the feeling pass beyond one or a few, and embrace all with
whom we come into contact, and, perhaps in a few passionate and exalted
natures, all men everywhere? 7) The ancients had their three kinds of
friendship, 'for the sake of the pleasant, the useful, and the good:' is
the last to be resolved into the two first; or are the two first to be
included in the last? The subject was puzzling to them: they could not
say that friendship was only a quality, or a relation, or a virtue, or a
Lysis |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: the same manner, and then a footstep sounded from within, and the
door was flung open. "Fools!" growled Shluker in greeting, as they
stepped inside and the door was closed again. "A pair of brainless
fools!"
There were two men there. They paid Shluker scant attention. They
both grinned at Rhoda Gray through the murky light supplied by a
wheezy and wholly inadequate gas-jet.
"Hello, Nan!" gibed the smaller of the two. "Who let you out?"
"Aw, forget it!" croaked Rhoda Gray.
Shluker took up the cudgels.
"You close your face, Pinkie!" he snapped. "Get down to cases! Do
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