| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: twitched hungrily as they glared round the death-ring. Ha! ha! little
did those evil children guess who should be the slayers and who should
be the slain before that sun sank!
On they came, like a grey company of the dead. On they came in silence
broken only by the patter of their feet and the dry rattling of their
bony necklets, till they stood in long ranks before the Black One.
Awhile they stood thus, then suddenly every one of them thrust forward
the little shield in his hand, and with a single voice they cried,
"Hail, Father!"
"Hail, my children!" answered Chaka.
"What seekest thou, Father?" they cried again. "Blood?"
Nada the Lily |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: laughing, half-indulgent air. "When I think, Monsieur Roger, that the
'little Corporal' has sat where you are sitting," she went on after a
pause. "Poor man! how my husband worshiped him! Ah! Crochard did well
to die, for he could not have borne to think of him where /they/ have
sent him!"
Roger put his finger to his lips, and the good woman went on very
gravely, with a shake of her head:
"All right, mouth shut and tongue still! But," added she, unhooking a
bit of her bodice, and showing a ribbon and cross tied round her neck
by a piece of black ribbon, "they shall never hinder me from wearing
what /he/ gave to my poor Crochard, and I will have it buried with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: never let a man kiss me... even."
"It's immeasurably worse--you've no legitimate excuse. Why, even a
prostitute has a greater sense of generosity!"
"I know," she said, "I know perfectly well--but I can't help the way I'm
built...Are you going?"
He put on his gloves.
"Well," he said, "what's going to happen to us now?"
Again she shrugged her shoulders.
"I haven't the slightest idea. I never have--just let things occur."
...
"All alone?" cried Victor. "Has Max been here?"
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