| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: "Indeed we shall meet again," Nagao answered earnestly. "And in that Pure
Land (2) there will be no pain of separation."
"Nay, nay!" she responded softly, "I meant not the Pure Land. I believe
that we are destined to meet again in this world,-- although I shall be
buried to-morrow."
Nagao looked at her wonderingly, and saw her smile at his wonder. She
continued, in her gentle, dreamy voice,--
"Yes, I mean in this world,-- in your own present life, Nagao-Sama...
Providing, indeed, that you wish it. Only, for this thing to happen, I must
again be born a girl, and grow up to womanhood. So you would have to wait.
Fifteen -- sixteen years: that is a long time... But, my promised husband,
Kwaidan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: Before this tree, up and down, with his gun upon his arm, his head bent and
his eyes fixed on the ground, while the hot sun blazed on his shoulders,
walked a man.
Three or four fires were burning about the camp in different parts, three
cooking the mealies and rice which formed the diet of the men, their stock
of tinned meats having been exhausted; while the fourth, which was watched
by a native boy, contained the more appetising meal of the Captain.
Most of the men were out of camp; the coloured boys having gone to fetch
the mules, which had been discovered in the hills a few miles off, and were
expected to arrive in the evening; and the white men had gone out to see
what game they could bring down with their guns to flavour the mealie pots,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: appeared upon her face.
'I wish to tell you,' resumed Desborough, 'in case of
accidents. . . .'
'Accidents!' she cried: 'why do you say that?'
'I do not know,' said he, 'you may be gone before my return,
and we may not meet again for long. And so I wished you to
know this: That since the day you gave me the cigarette, you
have never once, not once, been absent from my mind; and if
it will in any way serve you, you may crumple me up like that
piece of paper, and throw me on the fire. I would love to
die for you.'
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