| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: too! You are a young man, in excellent health;
you have the wife you want; you understand good tobacco;
you have a son. That is a great deal--but my God! think
what else you've got. You're the Duke of Glastonbury--one
of the oldest titles in England. You're one of the richest
men in the country--the richest in the old peerage,
at any rate, I'm told. And YOU'RE not happy!"
The other smiled. "Ah, the terms and forms survive,"
he said, with a kind of pedagogic affability, "after the
substance has disappeared. The nobleman, the prince,
was a great person in the times when he monopolized wealth.
The Market-Place |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: hollow with them, and uttered a clear, thrilling, bird-
like cry. It floated far out over the mist waves and
presently was answered by a similar sound, as of a far-
off echo.
Dorothy was much impressed. She had seen many strange
things since coming to this fairy country, but here was
a new experience. At ordinary times Ozma was just like
any little girl one might chance to meet -- simple,
merry, lovable as could be -- yet with a certain
reserve that lent her dignity in her most joyous moods.
There were times, however, when seated on her throne
Glinda of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: faults, I know he is not THAT.'
'Anyway, he's in the wrong in this affair - on the wrong side of
the law, call it what you please,' said I; and with that, our four
horsemen having for the moment headed us by a considerable
interval, I hailed my post-boy and inquired who was the nearest
magistrate and where he lived. Archdeacon Clitheroe, he told me, a
prodigious dignitary, and one who lived but a lane or two back, and
at the distance of only a mile or two out of the direct road. I
showed him the king's medallion.
'Take the lady there, and at full gallop,' I cried.
'Right, sir! Mind yourself,' says the postillion.
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