| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: his uncle, the Dean of Chichester. The Dean, who was a man of
great culture and learning, was extremely fond of clocks, and had a
wonderful collection of timepieces, ranging from the fifteenth
century to the present day, and it seemed to Lord Arthur that this
hobby of the good Dean's offered him an excellent opportunity for
carrying out his scheme. Where to procure an explosive machine
was, of course, quite another matter. The London Directory gave
him no information on the point, and he felt that there was very
little use in going to Scotland Yard about it, as they never seemed
to know anything about the movements of the dynamite faction till
after an explosion had taken place, and not much even then.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: debt to me! I am glad he remembered. But when am I to go,
friend?'
'In an hour,' he answered sullenly. Doubtless he had looked to
get one of the crowns; but I was too old a hand for that. If I
came back I could buy his services; and if I did not I should
have wasted my money.
Nevertheless, a little later, when I found myself on my way to
the Hotel Richelieu under so close a guard that I could see
nothing in the street except the figures that immediately
surrounded me, I wished that I had given him the money. At such
times, when all hangs in the balance and the sky is overcast, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: too much.
'Better have me as a model at the same time,' said Mellors. 'Better do
us in a group, Vulcan and Venus under the net of art. I used to be a
blacksmith, before I was a game-keeper.'
'Thank you,' said the artist. 'I don't think Vulcan has a figure that
interests me.'
'Not even if it was tubified and titivated up?'
There was no answer. The artist was too haughty for further words.
It was a dismal party, in which the artist henceforth steadily ignored
the presence of the other man, and talked only briefly, as if the words
were wrung out of the depths of his gloomy portentousness, to the
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
