| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: good-humored though cutting sarcasm. "Anybody may interrogate.
Any one may give their remarks an interrogative turn," he continued,
his sonorousness rising with his style. "This is constantly done
by good speakers, even when they anticipate no answer. It is what we
call a figure of speech--speech at a high figure, as one may say."
The eloquent auctioneer smiled at his own ingenuity.
"I shouldn't be sorry to hear he'd remembered you, Mr. Trumbull,"
said Solomon. "I never was against the deserving. It's the
undeserving I'm against."
"Ah, there it is, you see, there it is," said Mr. Trumbull,
significantly. "It can't be denied that undeserving people have
Middlemarch |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum: planning ways to do this dreadful thing, and the more he planned the
more he believed he would be able to accomplish it.
About the time Dorothy went to Ozma the Nome King called his Chief
Steward to him and said:
"Kaliko, I think I shall make you the General of my armies."
"I think you won't," replied Kaliko, positively.
"Why not?" inquired the King, reaching for his scepter with the
big sapphire.
"Because I'm your Chief Steward and know nothing of warfare," said
Kaliko, preparing to dodge if anything were thrown at him. "I manage
all the affairs of your kingdom better than you could yourself, and
The Emerald City of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: "Amyas, my son," said the silver voice of Mrs. Leigh, low, dreamy,
like the far-off chimes of angels' bells from out the highest
heaven, "fear not to take her to your heart again; for it is your
mother who has laid her there."
"It is true, after all," said Amyas to himself. "What God has
joined together, man cannot put asunder."
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From that hour Ayacanora's power of song returned to her; and day
by day, year after year, her voice rose up within that happy home,
and soared, as on a skylark's wings, into the highest heaven,
bearing with it the peaceful thoughts of the blind giant back to
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