| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: in waste is saved in wages, and a lot more. It seems soon there'll be
no use for men on the face of the earth, it'll be all machines. But
they say that's what folks said when they had to give up the old
stocking frames. I can remember one or two. But my word, the more
machines, the more people, that's what it looks like! They say you
can't get the same chemicals out of Tevershall coal as you can out of
Stacks Gate, and that's funny, they're not three miles apart. But they
say so. But everybody says it's a shame something can't be started, to
keep the men going a bit better, and employ the girls. All the girls
traipsing off to Sheffield every day! My word, it would be something to
talk about if Tevershall Collieries took a new lease of life, after
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: the Cyclops! Instead of his ordinary milk diet, did he not eat
up two of our comrades for his supper, and a couple more for
breakfast, and two at his supper again? Methinks I see him yet,
the hideous monster, scanning us with that great red eye, in
the middle of his forehead, to single out the fattest. And
then, again, only a few days ago, did we not fall into the
hands of the king of the Laestrygons, and those other horrible
giants, his subjects, who devoured a great many more of us than
are now left? To tell you the truth, if we go to yonder palace,
there can be no question that we shall make our appearance at
the dinner table; but whether seated as guests, or served up as
Tanglewood Tales |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: leather-leggings which he wore in deference to his rustic
surroundings, I had no difficulty in recognizing Lestrade, of
Scotland Yard. With him we drove to the Hereford Arms where a
room had already been engaged for us.
"I have ordered a carriage," said Lestrade as we sat over a cup
of tea. "I knew your energetic nature, and that you would not be
happy until you had been on the scene of the crime."
"It was very nice and complimentary of you," Holmes answered. "It
is entirely a question of barometric pressure."
Lestrade looked startled. "I do not quite follow," he said.
"How is the glass? Twenty-nine, I see. No wind, and not a cloud
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes |
