| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: couvercle de ce puits.
SALOME. Vous ferez cela pour moi, Narraboth, et demain quand je
passerai dans ma litiere sous la porte des vendeurs d'idoles, je
laisserai tomber une petite fleur pour vous, une petite fleur verte.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Princesse, je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas.
SALOME [souriant] Vous ferez cela pour moi, Narraboth. Vous savez
bien que vous ferez cela pour moi. Et demain quand je passerai dans
ma litiere sur le pont des acheteurs d'idoles je vous regarderai e
travers les voiles de mousseline, je vous regarderai, Narraboth, je
vous sourirai, peut-etre. Regardez-moi, Narraboth. Regardez-moi.
Ah! vous savez bien que vous allez faire ce que je vous demande.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: as of pleasure that he had found it, stooped, recovered
it, and returned it to the Heliumite. Then he dropped
back to his station behind the nobles and was forgotten.
A moment later Carthoris had made his adieux to
Thuvan Dihn and his nobles, and with lights twinkling
had risen into the star-shot void of the Martian night.
CHAPTER II
SLAVERY
As the ruler of Ptarth, followed by his courtiers,
descended from the landing-stage above the palace,
the servants dropped into their places in the rear
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: the incline--cows, heifers, calves, bulls, and oxen, all mixed together
in one inextricable mass, and every one of them snorting, bellowing, or
making some other kind of sound. The din was fearful, the sight
bewildering, for the beasts were of all colours, and their long horns
flashed like ivory in the moonlight. Indeed, the only thing in the
least like it which I have ever seen was the rush of the buffaloes from
the reed camp on that day when I got my injury.
They were streaming past us now, a mighty and moving mass so closely
packed that a man might have walked upon their backs. In fact, some of
the calves which had been thrust up by the pressure were being carried
along in this fashion. Glad was I that none of us were in their path,
Child of Storm |
