| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: animal. The blue overalls of the Party could not be a common sight in a
street like this. Indeed, it was unwise to be seen in such places, unless
you had definite business there. The patrols might stop you if you happened
to run into them. 'May I see your papers, comrade? What are you doing here?
What time did you leave work? Is this your usual way home?'--and so on and
so forth. Not that there was any rule against walking home by an unusual
route: but it was enough to draw attention to you if the Thought Police
heard about it.
Suddenly the whole street was in commotion. There were yells of warning
from all sides. People were shooting into the doorways like rabbits. A
young woman leapt out of a doorway a little ahead of Winston, grabbed up a
 1984 |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: had a sheen like a satin robe. The rake of her varnished spars and
the big yards, squared to a hair, gave her a sort of martial
elegance. She was a beauty. No wonder that in possession of a
craft like that and the promise of a girl like Freya, Jasper lived
in a state of perpetual elation fit, perhaps, for the seventh
heaven, but not exactly safe in a world like ours.
I remarked politely to Heemskirk that, with three guests in the
house, Miss Freya had no doubt domestic matters to attend to. I
knew, of course, that she had gone to meet Jasper at a certain
cleared spot on the banks of the only stream on Nelson's little
island. The commander of the Neptun gave me a dubious black look,
 'Twixt Land & Sea |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: narrow road that wound from stage to stage of the pyramid. At
length, as the sun sank, a company of our foes, their advance
guard, with shouts of victory, emerged upon the flat summit, and
rushed towards the temple in its centre. All this while the women
had been watching, but now one of them sprang up, crying with a
loud voice:
'Seize them; they are but few.'
Then with a fearful scream of rage, the mob of women cast
themselves upon the weary Spaniards and Tlascalans, bearing them
down by the weight of their numbers. Many of them were slain
indeed, but in the end the women conquered, ay, and made their
 Montezuma's Daughter |