| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: "So much for the fortified heights; but the hollows too have their
own story. But how the time passes! We must hurry home, or your
uncle will wonder what has become of us."
He started with long steps towards Lesser Hill, and Adam was soon
furtively running in order to keep up with him.
CHAPTER IV--THE LADY ARABELLA MARCH
"Now, there is no hurry, but so soon as you are both ready we shall
start," Mr. Salton said when breakfast had begun. "I want to take
you first to see a remarkable relic of Mercia, and then we'll go to
Liverpool through what is called 'The Great Vale of Cheshire.' You
may be disappointed, but take care not to prepare your mind"--this
Lair of the White Worm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: that they were not very apprehensive of danger.' On inquiring
as to how they spent the night, it appeared that they had made
shift to keep a small fire burning, and by means of some old
sails defended themselves pretty well from the sea sprays.
(1) Ill-formed - ugly. - [R. L. S.]
It was particularly mentioned that by the exertions of
James Glen, one of the joiners, a number of articles were
saved from being washed off the mortar gallery. Glen was also
very useful in keeping up the spirits of the forlorn party.
In the early part of life he had undergone many curious
adventures at sea, which he now recounted somewhat after the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: For oure tunge schal be stille
And stonde upon the fleisshes wille. 1940
It were a travail forto preche
The feith of Crist, as forto teche
The folk Paiene, it wol noght be;
Bot every Prelat holde his See
With al such ese as he mai gete
Of lusti drinke and lusti mete,
Wherof the bodi fat and full
Is unto gostli labour dull
And slowh to handle thilke plowh.
Confessio Amantis |
