| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: Claus deserves it? Will you not all vote to bestow it upon him?"
They were silent, still looking upon one another questioningly.
"Of what use is the Mantle of Immortality unless it is worn?" demanded
Ak. "What will it profit any one of us to allow it to remain in its
lonely shrine for all time to come?"
"Enough!" cried the Gnome King, abruptly. "We will vote on the
matter, yes or no. For my part, I say yes!"
"And I!" said the Fairy Queen, promptly, and Ak rewarded her with a smile.
"My people in Burzee tell me they have learned to love him; therefore
I vote to give Claus the Mantle," said the King of the Ryls.
"He is already a comrade of the Knooks," announced the ancient King of
The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: Note 3, "TIKIS." The tiki is an ugly image hewn out of wood
or stone.
Note 4, "THE ONE-STRINGED HARP." Usually employed for
serenades.
Note 5, "THE SACRED CABIN OF PALM." Which, however, no woman
could approach. I do not know where women were tattooed;
probably in the common house, or in the bush, for a woman was
a creature of small account. I must guard the reader against
supposing Taheia was at all disfigured; the art of the
Marquesan tattooer is extreme; and she would appear to be
clothed in a web of lace, inimitably delicate, exquisite in
Ballads |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: it down, with crowbars.
Nor were they alone affected by the outcry from within the prison.
The women who were looking on, shrieked loudly, beat their hands
together, stopped their ears; and many fainted: the men who were
not near the walls and active in the siege, rather than do nothing,
tore up the pavement of the street, and did so with a haste and
fury they could not have surpassed if that had been the jail, and
they were near their object. Not one living creature in the throng
was for an instant still. The whole great mass were mad.
A shout! Another! Another yet, though few knew why, or what it
meant. But those around the gate had seen it slowly yield, and
Barnaby Rudge |
