| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: orders of Maitre Cornelius.
"Have you supped?" asked the silversmith, in a tone which signified,
"You are not to sup."
The old maid trembled in spite of her brother's tone; she looked at
the new inmate as if to gauge the capacity of the stomach she might
have to fill, and said with a specious smile:--
"You have not stolen your name; your hair and moustache are as black
as the devil's tail."
"I have supped," he said.
"Well then," replied the miser, "you can come back and see me to-
morrow. I have done without an apprentice for some years. Besides, I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: thinking only of its speed. The words have been taken to mean:
You must flee from the enemy as quickly as an escaping hare; but
this is rightly rejected by Tu Mu.]
[1] Giles' Biographical Dictionary, no. 399.
[2] "The Science of War," p. 333.
[3] "Stonewall Jackson," vol. I, p. 421.
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XII. THE ATTACK BY FIRE
[Rather more than half the chapter (SS. 1-13) is devoted to
the subject of fire, after which the author branches off into
other topics.]
The Art of War |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: so...
By this time he had walked the length of fashionable Harcourt Avenue; he
had reached the corner house, their house. The carriage gates were pushed
back; there were fresh marks of wheels on the drive. And then he faced the
big white-painted house, with its wide-open windows, its tulle curtains
floating outwards, its blue jars of hyacinths on the broad sills. On
either side of the carriage porch their hydrangeas--famous in the town--
were coming into flower; the pinkish, bluish masses of flower lay like
light among the spreading leaves. And somehow, it seemed to old Mr. Neave
that the house and the flowers, and even the fresh marks on the drive, were
saying, "There is young life here. There are girls--"
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