| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: Well, I took a couple of stiff tots of "squareface" to pull myself
together, and at length went to sleep, to awake before dawn with a
headache. Looking out of the wagon, to my surprise I saw Scowl and the
hunters, who should have been snoring, standing in a group and talking
to each other in frightened whispers. I called Scowl to me and asked
what was the matter.
"Nothing, Baas," he said with a shamefaced air; "only there are so many
spooks about this place. They have been passing in and out of it all
night."
"Spooks, you idiot!" I answered. "Probably they were people going to
visit the Nyanga, Zikali."
Child of Storm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: accustomed to sights of suffering and cruelty. He, himself,
was cruel. All the beasts of the jungle were cruel;
but the cruelty of the blacks was of a different order.
It was the cruelty of wanton torture of the helpless,
while the cruelty of Tarzan and the other beasts was the
cruelty of necessity or of passion.
Perhaps, had he known it, he might have credited this
feeling of repugnance at the sight of unnecessary
suffering to heredity--to the germ of British love
of fair play which had been bequeathed to him by his
father and his mother; but, of course, he did not know,
The Jungle Tales of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: been the talk of the town for the luxury and scandal of her
existence.
Alas, we made haste to be happy, as if we knew that we were not
to be happy long.
For two months we had not even been to Paris. No one came to see
us, except Prudence and Julie Duprat, of whom I have spoken to
you, and to whom Marguerite was afterward to give the touching
narrative that I have there.
I passed whole days at the feet of my mistress. We opened the
windows upon the garden, and, as we watched the summer ripening
in its flowers and under the shadow of the trees, we breathed
Camille |
