| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: He came to where Scowl and I sat upon our horses.
"Ah! I see that you are ready, Macumazahn," he said in a cheerful voice.
"I told you that you should not go away hungry, did I not?"
"Maputa," I said in remonstrance, "what is the use of this? Umbelazi is
defeated, you are not of his impi, why send all these"--and I waved my
hand--"down into the darkness? Why not go to the river and try to save
the women and children?"
"Because we shall take many of those down into the darkness with us,
Macumazahn," and he pointed to the dense masses of the Usutu. "Yet," he
added, with a touch of compunction, "this is not your quarrel. You and
your servant have horses. Slip out, if you will, and gallop hard to the
Child of Storm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: you."
"How do you know that?" he demanded.
"Because I like you less and less."
Daylight sat dumfounded. The hurt showed itself plainly in his
face.
"Oh, you don't understand," she cried wildly, beginning to lose
self-control--"It's not that way I mean. I do like you; the more
I've known you the more I've liked you. And at the same time the
more I've known you the less would I care to marry you."
This enigmatic utterance completed Daylight's perplexity.
"Don't you see?" she hurried on. "I could have far easier
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: for the final exodus. It does not take long to make. The
spinning-mill suddenly alters the raw material: it was turning out
white silk; it now furnishes reddish-brown silk, finer than the
other and issuing in clouds which the hind-legs, those dexterous
carders, beat into a sort of froth. The egg-pocket disappears,
drowned in this exquisite wadding.
The balloon-shape is already outlined; the top of the work tapers
to a neck. The Spider, moving up and down, tacking first to one
side and then to the other, from the very first spray marks out the
graceful form as accurately as though she carried a compass in her
abdomen.
The Life of the Spider |
