| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: sentiments? Where was his culture? I asked. And where was
the American Type?
"It's true, Loudon," he cried, striding up and down the room,
and wildly scouring at his hair. "You're perfectly right. I'm
becoming materialised. O, what a thing to have to say, what a
confession to make! Materialised! Me! Loudon, this must go
on no longer. You've been a loyal friend to me once more; give
me your hand!--you've saved me again. I must do something to
rouse the spiritual side; something desperate; study something,
something dry and tough. What shall it be? Theology?
Algebra? What's Algebra?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: about in a single block.
It served to conceal a sort of cellar containing mysterious things
which had no name and were of incalculable value. Hamilcar went down
the three steps, took up a llama's skin which was floating on a black
liquid in a silver vat, and then re-ascended.
Abdalonim again began to walk before him. He struck the pavement with
his tall cane, the pommel of which was adorned with bells, and before
every apartment cried aloud the name of Hamilcar amid eulogies and
benedictions.
Along the walls of the circular gallery, from which the passages
branched off, were piled little beams of algummim, bags of Lawsonia,
Salammbo |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: would prove more dangerous. A general oath was administered and
taken, that no one should interfere in the duel nor (suppose it to
result seriously) betray the name of the survivor. And with that,
all being then ready, we composed ourselves to await the moment.
The evening fell cloudy; not a star was to be seen when the first
round of the night passed through our shed and wound off along the
ramparts; and as we took our places, we could still hear, over the
murmurs of the surrounding city, the sentries challenging its
further passage. Leclos, the sergeant-major, set us in our
stations, engaged our wands, and left us. To avoid blood-stained
clothing, my adversary and I had stripped to the shoes; and the
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