| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: Spanish lanterns, with two ships only. At least there was no doubt
now of the loyalty of English Roman Catholics, and indeed,
throughout the fight, the Howards showed (as if to wipe out the
slurs which had been cast on their loyalty by fanatics) a desperate
courage, which might have thrust less prudent men into destruction,
but led them only to victory. Soon a large Spaniard drifts by,
deserted and partly burnt. Some of the men are for leaving their
place to board her; but Amyas stoutly refuses. He has "come out to
fight, and not to plunder; so let the nearest ship to her have her
luck without grudging." They pass on, and the men pull long faces
when they see the galleon snapped up by their next neighbor, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac: close; and the gentleman added in a whisper, 'When they are all asleep
--mind, /asleep/--you understand?--come down and tell me.'
"Monsieur de Merret, who had never lost sight of his wife while giving
his orders, quietly came back to her at the fireside, and began to
tell her the details of the game of billiards and the discussion at
the club. When Rosalie returned she found Monsieur and Madame de
Merret conversing amiably.
"Not long before this Monsieur de Merret had had new ceilings made to
all the reception-rooms on the ground floor. Plaster is very scarce at
Vendome; the price is enhanced by the cost of carriage; the gentleman
had therefore had a considerable quantity delivered to him, knowing
La Grande Breteche |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: sits himself down in a chair over against me, and appeared as
if he was mighty merry.
He talked a lot of rambling stuff to his sister and to me,
sometimes of one thing, sometimes of another, on purpose
to amuse his sister, and every now and then would turn it
upon the old story, directing it to me. 'Poor Mrs. Betty,' says
he, 'it is a sad thing to be in love; why, it has reduced you
sadly.' At last I spoke a little. 'I am glad to see you so merry,
sir,' says I; 'but I think the doctor might have found something
better to do than to make his game at his patients. If I had
been ill of no other distemper, I know the proverb too well to
Moll Flanders |
