| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: with his daughter-in-law, Ammon with his sister, and Lot with his
daughters?"
Aulus, who had been reposing within the palace, now reappeared in the
court. After he had heard how matters stood, he approved of the
attitude of the tetrarch. "A man should never allow himself to be
annoyed," said he, "by such foolish criticism." And he laughed at the
censure of the priests and the fury of Iaokanann, saying that his
words were of little importance.
Herodias, who also had reappeared, and now stood at the top of a
flight of steps, called loudly:
"You are wrong, my lord! He ordered the people to refuse to pay the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: Pray what's the matter? Who is there? cried my father, waking, the moment
the door began to creak.--I wish the smith would give a peep at that
confounded hinge.--'Tis nothing, an please your honour, said Trim, but two
mortars I am bringing in.--They shan't make a clatter with them here, cried
my father hastily.--If Dr. Slop has any drugs to pound, let him do it in
the kitchen.--May it please your honour, cried Trim, they are two mortar-
pieces for a siege next summer, which I have been making out of a pair of
jack-boots, which Obadiah told me your honour had left off wearing.--By
Heaven! cried my father, springing out of his chair, as he swore--I have
not one appointment belonging to me, which I set so much store by as I do
by these jack-boots--they were our great grandfather's brother Toby--they
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: few long bones, a split skull, and two long ears--no more! Even the hide was
gone. Perhaps the coyotes had finished the job after the lion had gorged
himself, but I did not think so. It seemed to me that coyotes would have
scattered the remains. Those two long ears somehow seemed pathetic. I
wished for a second that the lion were in range of my rifle.
The lion was driven from my mind when I saw a troop of deer cross a glade
below me. I had to fight myself to keep from shooting. The wind blew rather
strong in my face, which probably accounted for the deer not winding me.
Then the whip-like crack of a rifle riveted me where I stood. One of the
deer fell, and the others bounded away. I saw a tall man stride down the
slope and into the glade. He was not like any of the loggers or lumbermen.
The Young Forester |
