| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: Gryphus; "you call that murdered, do you? well, I call it
executed."
And seeing that the prisoner was not only quiet, but
entirely prostrate and senseless, he rushed from the cell,
violently slamming the door, and noisily drawing the bolts.
Recovering his consciousness, Cornelius found himself alone,
and recognised the room where he was, -- "the family cell,"
as Gryphus had called it, -- as the fatal passage leading to
ignominious death.
And as he was a philosopher, and, more than that, as he was
a Christian, he began to pray for the soul of his godfather,
The Black Tulip |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: Night began early in our cleft. Before us, over the margin
of the dump, we could see the sun still striking aslant into
the wooded nick below, and on the battlemented, pine-
bescattered ridges on the farther side.
There was no stove, of course, and no hearth in our lodging,
so we betook ourselves to the blacksmith's forge across the
platform. If the platform be taken as a stage, and the out-
curving margin of the dump to represent the line of the foot-
lights, then our house would be the first wing on the actor's
left, and this blacksmith's forge, although no match for it
in size, the foremost on the right. It was a low, brown
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: when he heard the galloping of a horse behind him, and, looking
back, perceived that he was pursued by young Bucklaw, who had
been delayed a few minutes in the pursuit by the irresistable
temptation of giving the hostler at the Tod's Den some recipe for
treating the lame horse. This brief delay he had made up by hard
galloping, and now overtook ths Master where the road traversed a
waste moor. "Halt, sir," cried Bucklaw; "I am no political
agent--no Captain Craigengelt, whose life is too important to be
hazarded in defence of his honour. I am Frank Hayston of
Bucklaw, and no man injures me by word, deed, sign, or look, but
he must render me an account of it."
The Bride of Lammermoor |
