| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: be. I took pains to explain to him that, having picked up the
beacon at the mouth of the river just before dark and the tide
serving, Captain C---- was enabled to cross the bar and there was
nothing to prevent him going up the river at night.
"Captain C---- knows this river like his own pocket," I
concluded, discursively, trying to get on terms.
"Better," said Almayer.
Leaning over the rail of the bridge, I looked at Almayer, who
looked down at the wharf in aggrieved thought. He shuffled his
feet a little; he wore straw slippers with thick soles. The
morning fog had thickened considerably. Everything round us
A Personal Record |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: with our wealth? Thou art, forsooth, the clement and
straight-forward one!'
He said, 'O my people! Do ye see? If I stand upon a manifest sign
from my Lord, and He provides me from Himself with a goodly provision,
and I consent not with you to that which I forbid you, I only wish
to better you so far as I can,- nor comes my grace through any one but
God; on Him do I rely, and unto Him I turn. O my people! let not a
breach with me make you so sin that there befall you the like of
that which befel the people of Noah, or the people of Hud, or the
people of Zali'h- nor are the people of Lot so far from you! Ask
pardon, then, from your Lord, then turn to Him; verily, my Lord is
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: Dieu, oui est-ce bien le diable, qui veut tonjours que j'aime les
coquins?" I don't know! I don't know! I wonder if Auber has composed
anything lately? I wonder who is singing 'Zerlina' now?"
He cast a farewell look at the ocean, and took his steps between the
monastic herbs, the jasmines and the oleanders to the sacristy. "At
least," he said, "if we cannot carry with us into exile the friends and
the places we have loved, music will go whither we go, even to an end of
the world such as this.--Felipe!" he called to his organist. "Can they
sing the music I taught them for the Dixit Dominus to-night?"
"Yes, father, surely."
"Then we will have that. And, Felipe--" The Padre crossed the chancel to
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