| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: the fable of the /Ass laden with Relics/. The good man's origin is
distinctly plebeian.
Then come stars of the second magnitude, men of family with ten or
twelve hundred livres a year, captains in the navy or cavalry
regiments, or nothing at all. Out on the roads, on horseback, they
rank half-way between the cure bearing the sacraments and the tax
collector on his rounds. Pretty nearly all of them have been in the
Pages or in the Household Troops, and now are peaceably ending their
days in a /faisance-valoir/, more interested in felling timber and the
cider prospects than in the Monarchy.
Still they talk of the Charter and the Liberals while the cards are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: of interest, he looked into a pale face, into a pair of eyes that
opened wide in terror, and heard trembling lips frame the words:
"There he is again!"
A moment later Mrs. Bernauer would have been glad to have recalled
her exclamation, but it was too late.
Muller bowed before her and asked: "'There he is again,' you said;
have you ever seen me before?"
The woman looked at him as if hypnotised and answered almost in a
whisper: "I saw you Tuesday morning for the first time, Tuesday
morning when the family were going away. Then I saw you pass
through our street twice again that same day. This morning you went
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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: Charge merely one Casual the more. There is no attempt whatever to do
more than provide for them merely the indispensable requisites of
existence. There has never been any attempt to treat them as human
beings, to deal with them as individuals, to appeal to their hearts,
to help them on their legs again. They are simply units, no more
thought of and cared for than if they were so many coffee beans passing
through a coffee mill; and as the net result of all my experience and
observation of men and things, I must assert unhesitatingly that
anything which dehumanises the individual, anything which treats a man
as if he were only a number of a series or a cog in a wheel, without
any regard to the character, the aspirations, the temptations, and the
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
