| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: save the King!"
That was all. This brave and forever nameless officer died
nobly at his post--true to his country and his king. It was
the Death, no doubt, that took him.
Some of the entries had been dated. From the few legible
letters and figures which remained I judge the end came some
time in August, 1937, but of that I am not at all certain.
The diary has cleared up at least one mystery that had
puzzled me not a little, and now I am surprised that I had
not guessed its solution myself--the presence of African and
Asiatic beasts in England.
Lost Continent |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: more than just that I shall hear of you. Oh, promise me so
much!'
'You shall,' she said, after a pause. 'I promise you, you
shall.' But though she spoke with earnestness, the marks of
great embarrassment and a strong conflict of emotions
appeared upon her face.
'I wish to tell you,' resumed Desborough, 'in case of
accidents. . . .'
'Accidents!' she cried: 'why do you say that?'
'I do not know,' said he, 'you may be gone before my return,
and we may not meet again for long. And so I wished you to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: multitudes as formerly. In August, indeed, they fled in such a manner
that I began to think there would be really none but magistrates and
servants left in the city.
As they fled now out of the city, so I should observe that the Court
removed early, viz., in the month of June, and went to Oxford, where
it pleased God to preserve them; and the distemper did not, as I heard
of, so much as touch them, for which I cannot say that I ever saw they
showed any great token of thankfulness, and hardly anything of
reformation, though they did not want being told that their crying
vices might without breach of charity be said to have gone far in
bringing that terrible judgement upon the whole nation.
A Journal of the Plague Year |
