| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: his daughter--but I have resolved not to think of her."
He wrapt his cloak around him, fell asleep, and dreamed of Lucy
Ashton till daylight gleamed through the lattices.
CHAPTER XV.
We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen
Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand
To lift them up, but rather set our feet
Upon their heads to press them to the bottom,
As I must yield with you I practised it;
But now I see you in a way to rise,
I can and will assist you.
The Bride of Lammermoor |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: market, and bought all the best things; when Jacquelin went to the
principal upholsterer in Alencon, two doors from the church, in search
of a bed,--there was matter for the gravest conjectures. These
extraordinary events were discussed on all sides; they occupied the
minds of every one, even Mademoiselle Armande herself, with whom was
Monsieur de Valois. Within two days the town of Alencon had been
agitated by such startling events that certain good women were heard
to remark that the world was coming to an end. This last news,
however, resolved itself into a single question, "What is happening at
the Cormons?"
The Abbe de Sponde, adroitly questioned when he left Saint-Leonard's
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: of the lists, he saw the other trotting slowly back towards his
station, also holding a broken spear shaft in his hand.
As he passed the iron figure a voice issued from the helmet,
"Well done, Sir Myles, nobly done!" and his heart bounded in
answer to the words of praise. When he had reached his own end of
the lists, he flung away his broken spear, and Gascoyne came
forward with another.
"Oh, Myles!" he said, with sob in his voice, "it was nobly done.
Never did I see a better ridden course in all my life. I did not
believe that thou couldst do half so well. Oh, Myles, prithee
knock him out of his saddle an thou lovest me!"
Men of Iron |
