| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: You deal with the madmen. All men are mad in some way or
the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen,
so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.
You tell not your madmen what you do nor why you do it. You tell
them not what you think. So you shall keep knowledge in its place,
where it may rest, where it may gather its kind around it and breed.
You and I shall keep as yet what we know here, and here."
He touched me on the heart and on the forehead, and then touched
himself the same way. "I have for myself thoughts at the present.
Later I shall unfold to you."
"Why not now?" I asked. "It may do some good.
Dracula |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: Miquelon, and then on to the Pere Blanchard's hut, wherever that fatal
spot might be, probably over rough roads: she cared not.
The Jew's nag could not get on very fast, and though she was
wary with mental fatigue and nerve strain, she knew that she could
easily keep up with it, on a hilly road, where the poor beast, who was
sure to be half-starved, would have to be allowed long and frequent
rests. The road lay some distance from the sea, bordered on either
side by shrubs and stunted trees, sparsely covered with meagre foliage,
all turning away from the North, with their branches looking in the
semi-darkness, like stiff, ghostly hair, blown by a perpetual wind.
Fortunately, the moon showed no desire to peep between the
The Scarlet Pimpernel |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: into the night. "You're a good girl. I think it'll all come
right. For you and me. Some time. Good-night, child."
After he was a long way down the street, he turned to nod
good-night again to the comical little figure in the door-way.
CHAPTER IX.
If Knowles hated anybody that night, he hated the man he had left
standing there with pale, heavy jaws, and heart of iron; he could
have cursed him, standing there. He did not see how, after he
was left alone, the man lay with his face to the wall, holding
his bony hand to his forehead, with a look in his eyes that if
you had seen, you would have thought his soul had entered on that
Margret Howth: A Story of To-day |
