| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: know me. "The way was far and the time short. Moreover, the women and
the children grew weary and footsore, and they are weary in this
hour."
"Speak not of it, Makedama, my child," said the king. "Surely thy
heart mourned and that of thy people, and soon they shall rest from
their weariness. Say, are they here every one?"
"Every one, O Elephant!--none are wanting. My kraals are desolate, the
cattle wander untended on the hills, birds pick at the unguarded
crops."
"It is well, Makedama, thou faithful servant! Yet thou wouldst mourn
with me an hour--is it not so? Now, hearken! Bid thy people pass to
Nada the Lily |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: me with glaring exaggeration. I seemed a traitor to my wife
and to my kind; I was filled with remorse. I resolved to leave
this strange undisciplined dreamer of great things to his drink
and gluttony, and to go on into London. There, it seemed
to me, I had the best chance of learning what the Martians
and my fellowmen were doing. I was still upon the roof when
the late moon rose.
CHAPTER EIGHT
DEAD LONDON
After I had parted from the artilleryman, I went down
the hill, and by the High Street across the bridge to Fulham.
War of the Worlds |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: if only I had shared my food like a real Dakota, I would not have
lost it all! Why did I not know the muskrat would run through the
water? He swims faster than I could ever run! That is what he has
done. He has laughed at me for carrying a weight on my back while
he shot hither like an arrow!"
Crying thus to himself, Iktomi stepped to the water's brink.
He stooped forward with a hand on each bent knee and peeped far
into the deep water.
"There!" he exclaimed, "I see you, my friend, sitting with
your ankles wound around my little pot of fish! My friend, I am
hungry. Give me a bone!"
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