| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: I pointed out that our only chance of life was to stop in the
house until the Martians had done with their pit, that in that
long patience a time might presently come when we should
need food. He ate and drank impulsively in heavy meals at
long intervals. He slept little.
As the days wore on, his utter carelessness of any considera-
tion so intensified our distress and danger that I had, much as
I loathed doing it, to resort to threats, and at last to blows.
That brought him to reason for a time. But he was one of
those weak creatures, void of pride, timorous, anaemic, hateful
souls, full of shifty cunning, who face neither God nor man,
War of the Worlds |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: everything is finished. Because, too, I have just been reading your
spirit and see that it is still a white spirit, and that you will not
whisper it to a 'talking-bird.'"
Now I leant forward and looked at him.
"What is the end at which you aim, O Zikali?" I asked. "You are not one
who beats the air with a stick; on whom do you wish the stick to fall at
last?"
"On whom?" he answered in a new voice, a low, hissing voice. "Why, on
these proud Zulus, this little family of men who call themselves the
'People of Heaven,' and swallow other tribes as the great tree-snake
swallows kids and small bucks, and when it is fat with them cries to the
Child of Storm |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: which leads to the summit of Saint-Sulpice. The two companies were
therefore advancing on parallel lines. The trees and shrubs, draped by
the rich arabesques of the hoarfrost, threw whitish reflections which
enabled the watcher to see the gray lines of the squads in motion.
When Hulot reached the summit of the rocks, he detached all the
soldiers in uniform from his main body, and made them into a line of
sentinels, each communicating with the other, the first with Gudin,
the last with Hulot; so that no shrub could escape the bayonets of the
three lines which were now in a position to hunt the Gars across field
and mountain.
"The sly old wolf!" thought Corentin, as the shining muzzle of the
The Chouans |
