| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death by Patrick Henry: And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct
of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with
which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House.
Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves
to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our
petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and
darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and
reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that
force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves,
sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: seldom more than one or two were to be seen about the rock
upon the more detached outlayers which dry partially, whence
they seemed to look with that sort of curiosity which is
observable in these animals when following a boat.
[Saturday, 22nd Aug.]
Hitherto the artificers had remained on board the
SMEATON, which was made fast to one of the mooring buoys at a
distance only of about a quarter of a mile from the rock, and,
of course, a very great conveniency to the work. Being so
near, the seamen could never be mistaken as to the progress of
the tide, or state of the sea upon the rock, nor could the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: chair. "/Oime/! I think there is some mistake in my name; I have for
the last minute been Princess Rodolphini."
It was said with the artless grace which revived, in this avowal
hidden beneath a jest, the happy days at Gersau. Rodolphe reveled in
the exquisite sensation of listening to the voice of the woman he
adored, while sitting so close to her that one cheek was almost
touched by the stuff of her dress and the gauze of her scarf. But
when, at such a moment, /Mi manca la voce/ is being sung, and by the
finest voices in Italy, it is easy to understand what it was that
brought the tears to Rodolphe's eyes.
In love, as perhaps in all else, there are certain circumstances,
Albert Savarus |
