| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: escort her to the door in silence. She goes out, walks down the
long corridor without looking back; she knows that I am looking
after her, and most likely she will look back at the turn.
No, she did not look back. I've seen her black dress for the last
time: her steps have died away. Farewell, my treasure!
THE PRIVY COUNCILLOR
AT the beginning of April in 1870 my mother, Klavdia Arhipovna,
the widow of a lieutenant, received from her brother Ivan, a
privy councillor in Petersburg, a letter in which, among other
things, this passage occurred: "My liver trouble forces me to
spend every summer abroad, and as I have not at the moment the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: Then the cavalcade of Boers came up.
Hernan Pereira, his senses sharpened perhaps by the instincts of hate
and jealousy, was the first to recognise me.
"Why, Mynheer Allan Quatermain," he said, "how is it that you are here?
How is it that you still live? Commandant," he added, turning to a
dark, sad-faced man of about sixty whom at that time I did not know,
"here is a strange thing. This Heer Quatermain, an Englishman, was with
the Governor Retief at the town of the Zulu king, as the Heer Henri
Marais can testify. Now, as we know for sure Pieter Retief and all his
people are dead, murdered by Dingaan, how then does it happen that this
man has escaped?"
Marie |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: went up that grew to a cry. "Man! Man! He has killed Man!"
Then all looked towards Hathi, the wild elephant, but he seemed
not to hear. Hathi never does anything till the time comes,
and that is one of the reasons why he lives so long.
"At such a season as this to kill Man! Was no other game
afoot?" said Bagheera scornfully, drawing himself out of the
tainted water, and shaking each paw, cat-fashion, as he did so.
"I killed for choice--not for food." The horrified whisper
began again, and Hathi's watchful little white eye cocked
itself in Shere Khan's direction. "For choice," Shere Khan
drawled. "Now come I to drink and make me clean again. Is
The Second Jungle Book |
