| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley: dredge strange creatures such as man never saw before; and we shall
hear the sailors boast that it is not the worst jewel in Queen
Victoria's crown, for there are eighty miles of codbank, and food
for all the poor folk in the land. That is what Tom will see, and
perhaps you and I shall see it too. And then we shall not be sorry
because we cannot get a Gairfowl to stuff, much less find gairfowl
enough to drive them into stone pens and slaughter them, as the old
Norsemen did, or drive them on board along a plank till the ship
was victualled with them, as the old English and French rovers used
to do, of whom dear old Hakluyt tells: but we shall remember what
Mr. Tennyson says: how
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: Wyandot Princes.
"Summon your chief," she commanded.
The tall form of the Seneca chief moved from among the warriors and with slow
and measured tread approached the maiden. His bearing fitted the leader of
five nations of Indians. It was of one who knew that he was the wisest of
chiefs, the hero of a hundred battles. Who dared beard him in his den? Who
dared defy the greatest power in all Indian tribes? When he stood before the
maiden he folded his arms and waited for her to speak.
"Myeerah claims the White Eagle," she said.
Cornplanter did not answer at once. He had never seek Myeerah, though he had
heard many stories of her loveliness. Now he was face to face with the Indian
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: And when at dawn the wood-nymphs, hand-in-hand,
Threaded the bosky dell, their satyr spied
The boy's pale body stretched upon the sand,
And feared Poseidon's treachery, and cried,
And like bright sunbeams flitting through a glade
Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscade.
Save one white girl, who deemed it would not be
So dread a thing to feel a sea-god's arms
Crushing her breasts in amorous tyranny,
And longed to listen to those subtle charms
Insidious lovers weave when they would win
|
