| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: "Why," said the Blacksmith, "I was trying to do what a better man
than I did, and where he hit the mark I missed it by an ell.
Twas a pretty scrape I was in that day."
"But how did it happen?" said Bidpai.
"It happened," said the Blacksmith, "just as it is going to
happen in the story I am about to tell."
"And what is your story about?" said Fortunatus.
"It is," said the Blacksmith, "about--
Wisdom's Wages and Folly's Pay
Once upon a time there was a wise man of wise men, and a great
magician to boot, and his name was Doctor Simon Agricola.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: instance--we don't know yet what they do with their criminals--
their defectives--their aged. You notice we haven't seen any!
There's got to be something!"
I was inclined to believe that there had to be something, so
I took the bull by the horns--the cow, I should say!--and asked Somel.
"I want to find some flaw in all this perfection," I told her
flatly. "It simply isn't possible that three million people have no
faults. We are trying our best to understand and learn--would
you mind helping us by saying what, to your minds, are the
worst qualities of this unique civilization of yours?"
We were sitting together in a shaded arbor, in one of those
Herland |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: almost mine once already? Surely you can say to
me as much as this, you will have me back again
should circumstances permit? Now, pray speak! O
Bathsheba, promise -- it is only a little promise -- that
if you marry again, you will marry me!"
His tone was so excited that she almost feared him
at this moment, even whilst she sympathized. It was
a simple physical fear -- the weak of the strong; there
no emotional aversion or inner repugnance. She
said, with some distress in her voice, for she remembered
vividly his outburst on the Yalbury Road, and shrank
Far From the Madding Crowd |
