|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson:
still your husband; and I ask you if you treat me fairly? I keep to
myself, I leave you free, I have given you in everything your will.
What do you in return? I find, Seraphina, that you have been too
thoughtless. But between persons such as we are, in our conspicuous
station, particular care and a particular courtesy are owing.
Scandal is perhaps not easy to avoid; but it is hard to bear.'
'Scandal!' she cried, with a deep breath. 'Scandal! It is for this
you have been driving!'
'I have tried to tell you how I feel,' he replied. 'I have told you
that I love you - love you in vain - a bitter thing for a husband; I
have laid myself open that I might speak without offence. And now
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac:
to those who believe in him. The Prophet seeing the two damsels, then,
by a gentle transition (from B major to G major), addresses them in
amorous tones. Ali, Mahomet's cousin, and Khaled, his greatest
general, both tenors, now arrive and announce the persecution; the
magistrates, the military, and the authorities have all proscribed the
Prophet (/recitative/). Mahomet declares in an invocation (in C) that
the Angel Gabriel is on his side, and points to a pigeon that is seen
flying away. The chorus of believers responds in accents of devotion
(on a modulation to B major). The soldiers, magistrates, and officials
then come on (/tempo di marcia/, common time, B major). A chorus in
two divisions (/stretto/ in E major). Mahomet yields to the storm (in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells:
was the rock, still beautiful, for all its scars, with its countless
windows and arches and ways, tier upon tier, for a thousand feet,
a vast carving of grey, broken by vine-clad terraces, and lemon
and orange groves, and masses of agave and prickly pear, and puffs
of almond blossom. And out under the archway that is built over
the Piccola Marina other boats were coming; and as we came round
the cape and within sight of the mainland, another little string of
boats came into view, driving before the wind towards the southwest.
In a little while a multitude had come out, the remoter just little
specks of ultramarine in the shadow of the eastward cliff.
"'It is love and reason,' I said, 'fleeing from all this madness, of