| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: wife will have as much for doing all the rest of the work. You may
make all the experiments you please /in anima vili/, that is to say on
the stomach of my vassals. Here is a cheque for your traveling
expenses."
Giardini kissed the Count's hand after the Neapolitan fashion.
"Excellenza," said he, "I accept the cheque, but beg to decline the
place. It would dishonor me to give up my art by losing the opinion of
the most perfect epicures, who are certainly to be found in Paris."
When Andrea arrived at Gambara's lodgings, the musician rose to
welcome him.
"My generous friend," said he, with the utmost frankness, "you either
Gambara |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: a new field of toil but there have been found on the other side the hands
of strong and generous men eager to turn it for her, almost before she
knocks.
To those of us who, at the beginning of a new century, stand with shaded
eyes, gazing into the future, striving to descry the outlines of the
shadowy figures which loom before us in the distance, nothing seems of so
gracious a promise, as the outline we seem to discern of a condition of
human life in which a closer union than the world has yet seen shall exist
between the man and the woman: where the Walhalla of our old Northern
ancestors shall find its realisation in a concrete reality, and the
Walkurie and her hero feast together at one board, in a brave fellowship.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Grimm's Fairy Tales by Brothers Grimm: she was very much afraid lest Falada should some day or other speak,
and tell all she had done to the princess. She carried her point, and
the faithful Falada was killed; but when the true princess heard of
it, she wept, and begged the man to nail up Falada's head against a
large dark gate of the city, through which she had to pass every
morning and evening, that there she might still see him sometimes.
Then the slaughterer said he would do as she wished; and cut off the
head, and nailed it up under the dark gate.
Early the next morning, as she and Curdken went out through the gate,
she said sorrowfully:
'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'
Grimm's Fairy Tales |
