| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: Then there we fought. He thrust at me, but I leapt over his spear
_thus_," and he gambolled into the air. "He thrust at me again, but I
bent myself _thus_," and he ducked his great head. "Then he grew tired
and my time came. He turned and ran round the rock, and I, I ran after
him, stabbing him through the back, _thus_, and _thus_, and _thus_, till
he fell, crying for mercy, and rolled off the rock into the river; and
as he rolled I snatched away his plume. See, is it not the plume of the
dead dog Umbelazi?"
Cetewayo took the ornament and examined it, showing it to one or two of
the captains near him, who nodded their heads gravely.
"Yes," he said, "this is the war plume of Umbelazi, beloved of the King,
Child of Storm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy: own, to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem
culpable in her.
Chapter IV
'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap.'
For reasons of his own, Stephen Smith was stirring a short time
after dawn the next morning. From the window of his room he could
see, first, two bold escarpments sloping down together like the
letter V. Towards the bottom, like liquid in a funnel, appeared
the sea, gray and small. On the brow of one hill, of rather
greater altitude than its neighbour, stood the church which was to
be the scene of his operations. The lonely edifice was black and
A Pair of Blue Eyes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: For then a void is formed, where none before;
And, too, a void is filled which was before.
Nor can air be condensed in such a wise;
Nor, granting it could, without a void, I hold,
It still could not contract upon itself
And draw its parts together into one.
Wherefore, despite demur and counter-speech,
Confess thou must there is a void in things.
And still I might by many an argument
Here scrape together credence for my words.
But for the keen eye these mere footprints serve,
Of The Nature of Things |
