| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: And when thy Lord said to the angels, 'Verily, I am creating a
mortal from crackling clay of black mud wrought into shape;
And when I have fashioned it, and breathed into it of my spirit,
then fall ye down before it adoring.'
And the angels adored all of them together, save Iblis, who
refused to be among those who adored.
He said, 'O Iblis! what ails thee that thou art not among those
who adore?'
Said he, 'I would not adore a mortal whom Thou hast created from
crackling clay of black mud wrought into form.'
He said, 'Then get thee forth therefrom, and, verily, thou art to be
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: relish for what he saw, and what he ate, and the rivers that he
bathed in, and the rubbish that he wrote, I would exchange estates
to-day with the poor exile, and count myself a gainer.
But there was another point of similarity between the two journeys,
for which the Arethusa was to pay dear: both were gone upon in
days of incomplete security. It was not long after the Franco-
Prussian war. Swiftly as men forget, that country-side was still
alive with tales of uhlans, and outlying sentries, and hairbreadth
'scapes from the ignominious cord, and pleasant momentary
friendships between invader and invaded. A year, at the most two
years later, you might have tramped all that country over and not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: carriage or elsewhere, anywhere, everywhere! How many secrets must be
revealed in this way to nocturnal pedestrians,--to those young fellows
who have gone to a ball in a carriage, but are obliged, for whatever
cause it may be, to return on foot. It was the first time that Jules
and Clemence had been together thus,--each in a corner; usually the
husband pressed close to his wife.
"It is very cold," remarked Madame Jules.
But her husband did not hear her; he was studying the signs above the
shop windows.
"Clemence," he said at last, "forgive me the question I am about to
ask you."
Ferragus |
