| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: though it would burst, the blood leaped to his cheeks tingling,
and his bosom thrilled with an almost agonizing pang of triumph,
of wonder, of amazement.
There, in a tangle of his horse's harness and of embroidered
trappings, the Sieur de la Montaigne lay stretched upon the
ground, with his saddle near by, and his riderless horse was
trotting aimlessly about at the farther end of the lists.
Myles saw the two squires of the fallen knight run across to
where their master lay, he saw the ladies waving their kerchiefs
and veils, and the castle people swinging their hats and shouting
in an ecstasy of delight. Then he rode slowly back to where the
Men of Iron |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Waiting until the shriek subsides.
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste
Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs. Turner intimates
It does the house no sort of good.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: feeling like another Daniel come to judgment in a new sense of the
phrase. Presently the cubs had eaten their fill, and began to get
restless. One went round to the back of the waggon and pulled at the
Impala buck that hung there, and the other came round my way and
commenced the sniffing game at my leg. Indeed, he did more than that,
for, my trouser being hitched up a little, he began to lick the bare
skin with his rough tongue. The more he licked the more he liked it, to
judge from his increased vigour and the loud purring noise he made.
Then I knew that the end had come, for in another second his file-like
tongue would have rasped through the skin of my leg--which was luckily
pretty tough--and have drawn the blood, and then there would be no
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