| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil: Well would he trow it who, so long after, still
High Alps and Noric hill-forts should behold,
And Iapydian Timavus' fields,
Ay, still behold the shepherds' realms a waste,
And far and wide the lawns untenanted.
Here from distempered heavens erewhile arose
A piteous season, with the full fierce heat
Of autumn glowed, and cattle-kindreds all
And all wild creatures to destruction gave,
Tainted the pools, the fodder charged with bane.
Nor simple was the way of death, but when
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: (which, indeed, were never over-well arranged), and I had, as the
husband of his nearest kinswoman and heir, the delicate task of
taking care of his person and property, until he was reinstated
in the management of the latter by those who, no doubt, thought
they were doing him justice; although, if some parts of his
subsequent conduct be examined, it will appear that he ought, for
his own sake, to have been left under the influence of a mild and
salutary restraint.
"In one particular, however, he showed a sense of the ties of
blood, as well as of his own frailty; for while he sequestered
himself closely from the world, under various names and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: That red ran high up the hill of their refuge, damming back the
little river, which had begun to spread into a brick-coloured
lake. Of the village, of the road to the shrine, of the shrine
itself, and the forest behind, there was no trace. For one mile
in width and two thousand feet in sheer depth the mountain-side
had come away bodily, planed clean from head to heel.
And the villagers, one by one, crept through the wood to pray
before their Bhagat. They saw the barasingh standing over him,
who fled when they came near, and they heard the langurs wailing
in the branches, and Sona moaning up the hill; but their Bhagat
was dead, sitting cross-legged, his back against a tree, his
The Second Jungle Book |
