| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: with the folly of desiring to provoke brave men, nor with ingratitude
enough not to recognise their services; and Gisco began to pay the
soldiers, commencing with the Libyans. As they had declared that the
lists were untruthful, he made no use of them.
They defiled before him according to nationality, opening their
fingers to show the number of their years of service; they were marked
in succession with green paint on the left arm; the scribes dipped
into the yawning coffer, while others made holes with a style on a
sheet of lead.
A man passed walking heavily like an ox.
"Come up beside me," said the Suffet, suspecting some fraud; "how many
Salammbo |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: And, before the princess knew what had happened to her, there she
was.
It was all so strange that the princess might have thought it was
a dream, only for the necklace of diamonds, the like of which was
not to be found in all the world.
The next morning there was a great buzzing in the palace, you may
be sure. The princess told all about how she had been carried
away during the night, and had supped in such a splendid palace,
and with such a handsome man dressed like an emperor. She showed
her necklace of diamonds, and the king and his prime-minister
could not look at it or wonder at it enough. The prime-minister
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil: With running shake, and tire them in the sun,
What time the threshing-floor groans heavily
With pounding of the corn-ears, and light chaff
Is whirled on high to catch the rising west.
This do they that the soil's prolific powers
May not be dulled by surfeiting, nor choke
The sluggish furrows, but eagerly absorb
Their fill of love, and deeply entertain.
To care of sire the mother's care succeeds.
When great with young they wander nigh their time,
Let no man suffer them to drag the yoke
Georgics |
