| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: family, I am bound, in justice to your kindness as well as in
decency and good manners, to be under your government; and
therefore I shall not, without your leave, enter into any debate on
the points of religion in which we may not agree, further than you
shall give me leave."
I told him his carriage was so modest that I could not but
acknowledge it; that it was true we were such people as they call
heretics, but that he was not the first Catholic I had conversed
with without falling into inconveniences, or carrying the questions
to any height in debate; that he should not find himself the worse
used for being of a different opinion from us, and if we did not
Robinson Crusoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: "It's all right, your honour; I'll manage him like this," said
the policeman, sitting down by the dying man, and clasping his
strong, right arm round the body under the arms. The convoy
soldier lifted the stockingless feet, in prison shoes, and put
them into the trap.
The police officer looked around, and noticing the pancake-shaped
hat of the convict lifted it up and put it on the wet, drooping
head.
"Go on," he ordered.
The isvostchik looked angrily round, shook his head, and,
accompanied by the convoy soldier, drove back to the police
Resurrection |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: some people would call it to my face. Alas! I don't think there
was anything to be proud of. Mine was not the stuff of
protectors of forlorn damsels, the redressers of this world's
wrong are made of; and my tutor was the man to know that best.
Therein, in his indignation, he was superior to the barber and
the priest when he flung at me an honoured name like a reproach.
I walked behind him for full five minutes; then without looking
back he stopped. The shadows of distant peaks were lengthening
over the Furca Pass. When I came up to him he turned to me and
in full view of the Finster Aarhorn, with his band of giant
brothers rearing their monstrous heads against a brilliant sky,
A Personal Record |
