| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: niece and Charles' widow. They kissed her and spoke gently with
tears in their eyes of her dear mother's passing and asked at
length about her father and her sisters. Everyone asked about
Melanie and Ashley, demanding the reason why they, too, had not
come back to Atlanta.
In spite of her pleasure at the welcome, Scarlett felt a slight
uneasiness which she tried to conceal, an uneasiness about the
appearance of her velvet dress. It was still damp to the knees and
still spotted about the hem, despite the frantic efforts of Mammy
and Cookie with a steaming kettle, a clean hair brush and frantic
wavings in front of an open fire. Scarlett was afraid someone
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: God!"
But this failure made a much deeper impression on Bulba, expressed by
a devouring flame in his eyes.
"Let us go," he said, suddenly, as if arousing himself; "let us go to
the square. I want to see how they will torture him."
"Oh, my lord! why go? That will do us no good now."
"Let us go," said Bulba, obstinately; and the Jew followed him,
sighing like a nurse.
The square on which the execution was to take place was not hard to
find: for the people were thronging thither from all quarters. In that
savage age such a thing constituted one of the most noteworthy
Taras Bulba and Other Tales |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: forefathers.
Gudruna herself, of whom I spoke just now, one of those old Norse
heroines who helped to discover America, though a historic
personage, is a symbolic one likewise, and the pattern of a whole
class. She too, after many journeys to Iceland, Greenland, and
Winland, goes on a pilgrimage to Rome, to get, I presume, absolution
from the Pope himself for all the sins of her strange, rich, stormy,
wayward life.
Have you not read--many of you surely have--La Motte Fouque's
romance of "Sintram?" It embodies all that I would say. It is the
spiritual drama of that early Middle Age; very sad, morbid if you
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