| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: established his own sentinels at the gates, at intervals along the
walls, and in the courtyard itself.
At last he retired to the apartments assigned to him, accompanied by
the priests. Without touching directly upon the question of the
coveted offices of public sacrificers, each one laid his own
grievances before the proconsul. They fairly beset him with complaints
and requests, but he soon dismissed them from his presence.
As Jonathas left the proconsul's apartments he perceived Antipas
standing under an arch, talking to an Essene, who wore a long white
robe and flowing locks. Jonathas regretted that he had raised his
voice in defence of the tetrarch.
Herodias |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: especially after Bastin had built his hut in which to cook.
Marama and his people were very humble in their demeanour and
implored us to visit them on the main island. I answered that
perhaps we would later on, as we wished to procure certain things
from the wreck. Also, he requested Bastin to continue his
ministrations as the latter greatly desired to do. But to this
proposal I would not allow him to give any direct answer at the
moment. Indeed, I dared not do so until I was sure of Oro's
approval.
Towards evening they departed in their canoes, leaving behind
them the usual ample store of provisions.
When the World Shook |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: She struck such warbling fury through the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she called
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime--
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music--clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end:
And he that next inherited the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
'Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?'
It chanced, her empty glove upon the tomb
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