| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: the last words of that evening: "You men never grow up," touching
lightly the grey hair above his temple.
A fortnight later.
. . . In the afternoon to the Prado. Beautiful day. At the moment
of ringing at the door a strong emotion of an anxious kind. Why?
Down the length of the dining-room in the rotunda part full of
afternoon light Dona R., sitting cross-legged on the divan in the
attitude of a very old idol or a very young child and surrounded by
many cushions, waves her hand from afar pleasantly surprised,
exclaiming: "What! Back already!" I give her all the details and
we talk for two hours across a large brass bowl containing a little
The Arrow of Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: be a system of converging (works or) lines drawn to a single point
from all the fortresses, and at the first sign of any thing
hostile," etc.
[58] I.e. "they might as well try to carry off so many tons of stone."
[59] Lit. "500 stades."
[60] Lit. "more than 600 stades."
[61] The {peripoloi}, or horse patrol to guard the frontier. See Thuc.
iv. 57, viii. 92; Arist. "Birds,"ii. 76. Young Athenians between
eighteen and twenty were eligible for the service.
[62] Or, "for the very object of the contest." The construction is in
any case unusual. {peri on agonizontai} = {peri touton oi}.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by
any tangible form.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He
had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the
revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each
in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony
clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of
the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held
illimitable dominion over all.
The Cask of Amontillado
by Edgar Allan Poe
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