| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: circumstances in which they find themselves on the conviction of
relatives on whom they have been dependent for a livelihood,
or for protection and direction in the ordinary affairs of life.
This Department will also be responsible for gathering intelligence,
spreading information, and the general prosecution of such measures as
are likely to lead to the much-needed beneficial changes in our Prison
Management. In short, it will seek to become the true friend and
saviour of the Criminal Classes in general, and in doing so we shall
desire to act in harmony with the societies at present in existence,
who may be seeking for objects kindred to the Advice Bureau.
We pen the following list to give some idea of the topics on which the
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: strangeness in the strangeness. It's the wonder OF the wonder."
She spoke as with the softness almost of a sick child, yet now at
last, at the end of all, with the perfect straightness of a sibyl.
She visibly knew that she knew, and the effect on him was of
something co-ordinate, in its high character, with the law that had
ruled him. It was the true voice of the law; so on her lips would
the law itself have sounded. "It HAS touched you," she went on.
"It has done its office. It has made you all its own."
"So utterly without my knowing it?"
"So utterly without your knowing it." His hand, as he leaned to
her, was on the arm of her chair, and, dimly smiling always now,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: hand.
Suddenly Deering was propelled from the mass as if by a catapult. His body
straightened as it came down with a heavy thud. Zane pounced upon it with
catlike quickness. Once more he swung aloft the bloody hatchet; then once more
he lowered it, for there was no need to strike. The renegade's side was torn
open from shoulder to hip. A deluge of blood poured out upon the moss. Deering
choked, a bloody froth formed on his lips. His fingers clutched at nothing.
His eyes rolled violently and then were fixed in an awful stare.
The girl lying so quiet in the woods near the old hut was avenged!
Jonathan turned again to Wetzel and Girty, not with any intention to aid the
hunter, but simply to witness the end of the struggle.
The Spirit of the Border |
