| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy: her husband stood still, regarding her. Their lives were ruined,
he thought; ruined by the fundamental error of their matrimonial union:
that of having based a permanent contract on a temporary feeling which
had no necessary connection with affinities that alone render a lifelong
comradeship tolerable.
"Going to ill-use me on principle, as your father ill-used
your mother, and your father's sister ill-used her husband?"
she asked. "All you be a queer lot as husbands and wives!"
Jude fixed an arrested, surprised look on her. But she said
no more, and continued her saunter till she was tired.
He left the spot, and, after wandering vaguely a little while,
Jude the Obscure |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther: friend. I received your writing with the two questions or queries
requesting my response. In the first place, you ask why I, in the
3rd chapter of Romans, translated the words of St. Paul:
"Arbitramur hominem iustificari ex fide absque operibus" as "We
hold that the human will be justified without the works of the law
but only by faith." You also tell me that the Papists are causing
a great fuss because St. Paul's text does not contain the word
sola (alone), and that my changing of the words of God is not to
be tolerated. Secondly, you ask if the departed saints intercede
for us. Regarding the first question, you can give the papists
this answer from me - if you so desire.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: not come at her call. How annoying! If Tige were only there she could have
sent him for help. She shouted several times, but the distance was too great
for her voice to carry to the fort. The mocking echo of her call came back
from the bluff that rose to her left. Betty now began to be alarmed in
earnest, and the tears started to roll down her cheeks. The throbbing pain in
her ankle, the dread of having to remain out in that lonesome forest after
dark, and the fear that she might not be found for hours, caused Betty's
usually brave spirit to falter; she was weeping unreservedly.
In reality she had been there only a few minutes--although they seemed hours
to her--when she heard the light tread of moccasined feet on the moss behind
her. Starting up with a cry of joy she turned and looked up into the
Betty Zane |
