| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phantasmagoria and Other Poems by Lewis Carroll: To ventilate the last 'ON DIT' -
To quote the price of leather -
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament together!"
I urged "You're wasting time, you know:
Delay will spoil the venison."
"My heart is wasted with my woe!
There is no rest - in Venice, on
The Bridge of Sighs!" she quoted low
From Byron and from Tennyson.
I need not tell of soup and fish
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: tender as it might have been, some of the potatoes, some cheese, an
extra glass of the swipes, and white sugar in our coffee.
You see what it is to be a gentleman - I beg your pardon, what it
is to be a pedlar. It had not before occurred to me that a pedlar
was a great man in a labourer's ale-house; but now that I had to
enact the part for an evening, I found that so it was. He has in
his hedge quarters somewhat the same pre-eminency as the man who
takes a private parlour in an hotel. The more you look into it,
the more infinite are the class distinctions among men; and
possibly, by a happy dispensation, there is no one at all at the
bottom of the scale; no one but can find some superiority over
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: Teules, I borne in a litter by four tired soldiers, while Otomie,
the princess of this people, still clad in her wanton's robe, at
which the women mocked, for she had been able to come by no other,
tramped at my side, since there were none to carry her, and the
inhabitants of the place cursed us as the authors of their woes.
Nor did we know if they would stop at words.
At length we crossed the square beneath the shadow of the teocalli,
and reached the ancient and sculptured palace as the light failed,
and the smoke on Xaca, the holy hill, began to glow with the fire
in its heart. Here small preparation had been made to receive us,
and that night we supped by the light of a torch upon tortillas or
Montezuma's Daughter |
