| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: here, too, and try lots of experiments; you know how I like that!
and now and then I read - Shakespeare principally. Thank you so
much for making me bring him: I think I must get a pocket edition
of Hamlet and Henry the Fifth, so as never to be without them.
'Cagliari: October 7.
'[The town was full?] . . . of red-shirted English Garibaldini. A
very fine looking set of fellows they are, too: the officers
rather raffish, but with medals Crimean and Indian; the men a very
sturdy set, with many lads of good birth I should say. They still
wait their consort the Emperor and will, I fear, be too late to do
anything. I meant to have called on them, but they are all gone
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: Provins to visit her, and in case the injuries from the said
assault become alarming, the matter will be held to await the
action of the criminal courts; and this without prejudice to the
civil suit undertaken by Auffray the surrogate-guardian."
This severe judgment was read out by President Tiphaine in a loud and
distinct voice.
"Why not send them to the galleys at once?" said Vinet. "And all this
fuss about a girl who was carrying on an intrigue with an apprentice
to a cabinet-maker! If the case goes on in this way," he cried,
insolently, "we shall demand other judges on the ground of legitimate
suspicion."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: disposed to attend church in the afternoon, excepting Rosalie: she
was bent upon going as usual; so she ordered the carriage, and I
went with her: nothing loth, of course, for at church I might look
without fear of scorn or censure upon a form and face more pleasing
to me than the most beautiful of God's creations; I might listen
without disturbance to a voice more charming than the sweetest
music to my ears; I might seem to hold communion with that soul in
which I felt so deeply interested, and imbibe its purest thoughts
and holiest aspirations, with no alloy to such felicity except the
secret reproaches of my conscience, which would too often whisper
that I was deceiving my own self, and mocking God with the service
Agnes Grey |
