| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: certain he would never hear reason on the subject, and I shall
there fore give myself no more trouble either about him or his
favourite. Adeiu my dear girl--
Yrs affectionately
Susan L.
LETTER the SEVENTH
From Miss C. LUTTERELL to Miss M. LESLEY
Bristol the 27th of March
I have received Letters from you and your Mother-in-law within
this week which have greatly entertained me, as I find by them
that you are both downright jealous of each others Beauty. It is
Love and Friendship |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: venomous creature to be seen, neither was there any damp or wet on
the sides or roof. The only difficulty in it was the entrance -
which, however, as it was a place of security, and such a retreat
as I wanted; I thought was a convenience; so that I was really
rejoiced at the discovery, and resolved, without any delay, to
bring some of those things which I was most anxious about to this
place: particularly, I resolved to bring hither my magazine of
powder, and all my spare arms - viz. two fowling-pieces - for I had
three in all - and three muskets - for of them I had eight in all;
so I kept in my castle only five, which stood ready mounted like
pieces of cannon on my outmost fence, and were ready also to take
Robinson Crusoe |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: rendered it impossible for him to carry off his sick and wounded,
he ordered his doctors to poison every man in the hospital. A general
has before now massacred his prisoners rather than allow them to
escape. These Lost ones are the Prisoners of Society; they are the
Sick and Wounded in our Hospitals. What a shriek would arise from the
civilised world if it were proposed to administer to-night to every one
of these millions such a dose of morphine that they would sleep to wake
no more. But so far as they are concerned, would it not be much less
cruel thus to end their life than to allow them to drag on day after
day, year after year, in misery, anguish, and despair, driven into vice
and hunted into crime, until at last disease harries them into the
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
