| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: themselves, and confess, I hope, that in this case, as in all
others, when Lady Why seems most severe she is often most just and
kind.
Ah! my dear child, that I could go on talking to you of this for
hours and days! But I have time now only to teach you the
alphabet of these matters--and, indeed, I know little more than
the alphabet myself; but if the very letters of Madam How's book,
and the mere A, B, AB, of it, which I am trying to teach you, are
so wonderful and so beautiful, what must its sentences be and its
chapters? And what must the whole book be like? But that last
none can read save He who wrote it before the worlds were made.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: men!" The Clerk felt a mortal fright, and flew through the window, far away
over the houses and streets. At last he was forced to rest a little.
The neighboring house had a something familiar about it; a window stood open;
he flew in; it was his own room. He perched upon the table.
"Come, let us be men!" said he, involuntarily imitating the chatter of the
Parrot, and at the same moment he was again a copying-clerk; but he was
sitting in the middle of the table.
"Heaven help me!" cried he. "How did I get up here--and so buried in sleep,
too? After all, that was a very unpleasant, disagreeable dream that haunted
me! The whole story is nothing but silly, stupid nonsense!"
VI. The Best That the Galoshes Gave
Fairy Tales |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Chas'd from a throne, abandon'd, and exil'd
For foul misdeeds, were punishments too mild:
I ow'd my people these, and, from their hate,
With less resentment could have borne my fate.
And yet I live, and yet sustain the sight
Of hated men, and of more hated light:
But will not long." With that he rais'd from ground
His fainting limbs, that stagger'd with his wound;
Yet, with a mind resolv'd, and unappall'd
With pains or perils, for his courser call'd
Well-mouth'd, well-manag'd, whom himself did dress
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