| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: a bridge of it and a gale will break it and it will fall into the
river. Some races are pig-iron; Hottentots and Bushmen are pig-
iron. They break at a blow. They have been smelted out of wild
animalism, but they went no further; they are of no use in this
modern world because they are brittle. Only the wrought-iron
races can do the work. All this I felt but could not say in the
days when I piled the pig-iron in the puddling furnace and turned
with boyish eagerness to have my father show me how.
Six hundred pounds was the weight of pig-iron we used to put
into a single hearth. Much wider than the hearth was the fire
grate, for we needed a heat that was intense. The flame was made
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: before me, and crawl abroad in his naked deformity; I suspended
my resentment, at the danger of suffocating under the effort,
until he had let me see the very bottom of a heart more foul than
hell's darkest corner.--And thou, Leicester, is it possible thou
couldst bid me for a moment deny my wedded right in thee, or
thyself yield it to another?--But it is impossible--the villain
has lied in all.--Janet, I will not remain here longer--I fear
him--I fear thy father. I grieve to say it, Janet--but I fear
thy father, and, worst of all, this odious Varney, I will escape
from Cumnor."
"Alas! madam, whither would you fly, or by what means will you
Kenilworth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: and his forehead burned like fire. On and on he went, almost with
the gait of a drunken man. A policeman looked curiously at him as
he passed, and a beggar, who slouched from an archway to ask for
alms, grew frightened, seeing misery greater than his own. Once he
stopped under a lamp, and looked at his hands. He thought he could
detect the stain of blood already upon them, and a faint cry broke
from his trembling lips.
Murder! that is what the cheiromantist had seen there. Murder!
The very night seemed to know it, and the desolate wind to howl it
in his ear. The dark corners of the streets were full of it. It
grinned at him from the roofs of the houses.
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