| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: of an honorary membership in the St. Petersburg
Academy of Sciences, to the supreme division of
natural history.
The first stage of the journey--from Okhotsk to
Yakutsk--was about six hundred and fifty English
miles, not as the crow flew, but over the Stanovoi
mountains in a southwesterly direction to the Maya,
by this river's wavering course to the Youdoma,
then northwest to the Aldan, and south beside the
Lena. The beaten track lay entirely alongside the
rivers at this season, upon their surface in winter;
Rezanov |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy too." And the whole night the Tree stood still and
in deep thought.
In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.
"Now then the splendor will begin again," thought the Fir. But they dragged
him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft: and here, in a dark
corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. "What's the meaning of
this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here? What shall I hear now, I
wonder?" And he leaned against the wall lost in reverie. Time enough had he
too for his reflections; for days and nights passed on, and nobody came up;
and when at last somebody did come, it was only to put some great trunks in a
corner, out of the way. There stood the Tree quite hidden; it seemed as if he
Fairy Tales |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: something white. But he had straight-glancing,
quick, far-reaching eyes, that only seemed to flinch
and lose their amazing power before the immensity
of the sea. He was barefooted, and looking as out-
landish as the heart of Swaffer could desire. Leav-
ing the horses on the turn, to the inexpressible dis-
ust of the waggoner he bounded off, going over
the ploughed ground in long leaps, and suddenly
appeared before the mother, thrust the child into
her arms, and strode away.
"The pond was not very deep; but still, if he
Amy Foster |
