| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: leave such fellows alive, while so many that are good and honest and
innocent lie beneath the soil because of stinkcats like you?"
So she went on, striding at the side of the pack-ox, and reviling
Pereira in a ceaseless stream of language, until at length he thrust his
thumbs into his ears and glared at her in speechless wrath.
Thus it was that at last we arrived in the camp, where, having seen us
coming, all the Boers were gathered. They are not a particularly
humorous people, but this spectacle of the advance of Pereira seated on
the pack-ox, a steed that is becoming to few riders, with the furious
and portly Vrouw Prinsloo striding at his side and shrieking abuse at
him, caused them to burst into laughter. Then Pereira's temper gave
Marie |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: from side to side and swaying the ferns. Still I sat
as one petrified, my eyes unblinking as I stared at
him, fear eating at my heart.
It seemed that this movelessness and silence on my part
was what was expected of me. I was not to cry out in
the face of fear. It was a dictate of instinct. And
so I sat there and waited for I knew not what. The
boar thrust the ferns aside and stepped into the open.
The curiosity went out of his eyes, and they gleamed
cruelly. He tossed his head at me threateningly and
advanced a step. This he did again, and yet again.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson: followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on,
staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I
looked there came, I thought, a change--he seemed to swell--
his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and
alter--and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped
back against the wall, my arms raised to shield me from that
prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.
"O God!" I screamed, and "O God!" again and again; for there
before my eyes--pale and shaken, and half fainting, and groping
before him with his hands, like a man restored from death--there
stood Henry Jekyll!
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde |
