| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: "He is following me," said Diana, and, indeed, a step could be heard
in the passage.
"The letter!" growled Richard in a frenzy, between fear and anger now.
"Give it me! Give it me do you hear?"
"Sh! You'll betray yourself," she cried. "He is here."
And at that same moment Mr. Wilding's tall figure, still arrayed in his
bridegroom's finery of sky-blue satin, loomed in the doorway. He was
serene and calm as ever. Neither the discovery of the plot by the
abstraction of the messenger's letter, nor Ruth's strange conduct - of
which he had heard from Lord Gervase - had sufficed to ruffle, outwardly
at least, the inscrutable serenity of his air and manner. He paused
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Straight Deal by Owen Wister: or that: wool, for instance. Let such Americans reflect that commercial
grievances against England can be more readily adjusted than an
absorption of all commerce by Germany can be adjusted. Wool and
everything else will belong to Mathias Erzberger and his breed, if they
carry out their intention. And the way to insure their carrying it out is
to let them split us and England and all their competitors asunder by
their ceaseless and ingenious propaganda, which plays upon every
international prejudice, historic, commercial, or other, which is
available. After August, 1914, England barred the Kaiser's way to New
York, and in 1917, we found it useful to forget about George the Third
and the Alabama. In 1853 Prussia possessed one ship of war--her first.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'
'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.'
'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
