| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: with the iron griddle whereon to bake it; careless of weather and of
danger; men too swift to be exterminated, too independent to be
enslaved.
But if horsemanship had, in these cases, a levelling tendency it
would have the very opposite when a riding tribe conquered a non-
riding one. The conquerors would, as much as possible, keep the art
and mystery of horsemanship hereditary among themselves, and become
a Ritterschaft or chivalrous caste. And they would be able to do
so: because the conquered race would not care or dare to learn the
new and dangerous art. There are persons, even in England, who can
never learn to ride. There are whole populations in Europe, even
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: into a landlocked haven for all manner of ships. Right in the
midst of the narrows lies an islet with some ruins; on the south
shore they have built a pier for the service of the Ferry; and at
the end of the pier, on the other side of the road, and backed
against a pretty garden of holly-trees and hawthorns, I could see
the building which they called the Hawes Inn.
The town of Queensferry lies farther west, and the neighbourhood
of the inn looked pretty lonely at that time of day, for the boat
had just gone north with passengers. A skiff, however, lay
beside the pier, with some seamen sleeping on the thwarts; this,
as Ransome told me, was the brig's boat waiting for the captain;
Kidnapped |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: like one of those enlarged photographs of the moon's surface as
seen through a telescope. A self-centered face, and misleadingly
placid. Aunt Sophy's large, plain features, plumply padded now,
impressed you as indicating strength, courage, and a great human
understanding.
From her husband and her children, Flora exacted service that
would have chafed a galley slave into rebellion. She loved to
lie in bed, in an orchid bed jacket with ribbons, and be read to
by Adele, or Eugene, or her husband. They all hated it.
"She just wants to be waited on, and petted, and admired,"
Adele had stormed one day, in open rebellion, to her Aunt Sophy.
One Basket |
