| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott: singular an implement.
Following some such principle, I am inclined to regard the
singular Castle of Coningsburgh---I mean the Saxon part of it---
as a step in advance from the rude architecture, if it deserves
the name, which must have been common to the Saxons as to
other Northmen. The builders had attained the art of using
cement, and of roofing a building,---great improvements on the
original Burgh. But in the round keep, a shape only seen in
the most ancient castles---the chambers excavated in the thickness
of the walls and buttresses---the difficulty by which access
is gained from one story to those above it, Coningsburgh still
Ivanhoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: the name, and read some news of their anterior home, coming,
as it were, out of a subsequent epoch of history in that
quarter of the world.
As we were tumbling the mingled rubbish on the floor, kicking
it with our feet, and groping for these written evidences of
the past, Sam, with a somewhat whitened face, produced a
paper bag. "What's this?" said he. It contained a
granulated powder, something the colour of Gregory's Mixture,
but rosier; and as there were several of the bags, and each
more or less broken, the powder was spread widely on the
floor. Had any of us ever seen giant powder? No, nobody
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: his strength into the blow. The ball shot up into the air, and
when it fell, it was to drop within the privy garden.
The shouts of the young players were instantly stilled, and
Gascoyne, who stood nearest Myles, thrust his hands into his
belt, giving a long shrill whistle.
"This time thou hast struck us all out, Myles," said he. "There
be no more play for us until we get another ball."
The outfielders came slowly trooping in until they had gathered
in a little circle around Myles.
"I could not help it," said Myles, in answer to their grumbling.
"How knew I the ball would fly so far? But if I ha' lost the
Men of Iron |
