| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: SECOND MESSENGER. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in
arms;
And every hour more competitors
Flock to the rebels, and their power grows strong.
Enter another MESSENGER
THIRD MESSENGER. My lord, the army of great Buckingham-
KING RICHARD. Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of
death? [He strikes him]
There, take thou that till thou bring better news.
THIRD MESSENGER. The news I have to tell your Majesty
Is that by sudden floods and fall of waters
Richard III |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: of the clock inside as it slowly counted out the seconds; but
whoever was in that house kept deadly still, and must have held
his breath.
I was in two minds whether to run away; but anger got the upper
hand, and I began instead to rain kicks and buffets on the door,
and to shout out aloud for Mr. Balfour. I was in full career,
when I heard the cough right overhead, and jumping back and
looking up, beheld a man's head in a tall nightcap, and the bell
mouth of a blunderbuss, at one of the first-storey windows.
"It's loaded," said a voice.
"I have come here with a letter," I said, "to Mr. Ebenezer
Kidnapped |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: the orange groves in Florida, and he knows all about grafting.
There ain't one of our neighbours has an orchard that bears like ours.'
In the middle of the orchard we came upon a grape arbour,
with seats built along the sides and a warped plank table.
The three children were waiting for us there. They looked up
at me bashfully and made some request of their mother.
`They want me to tell you how the teacher has the school picnic
here every year. These don't go to school yet, so they think it's
all like the picnic.'
After I had admired the arbour sufficiently, the youngsters ran away
to an open place where there was a rough jungle of French pinks,
My Antonia |
