| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: could not understand why we should not kill them
unless we meant to enslave them, which I had as
much as denied already when I had promised to set
them free. Ja couldn't exactly see the wisdom of my
plan, either. He thought that we ought to follow up
the ten remaining dugouts and sink them all; but I
insisted that we must free as many as possible of our
enemies upon the mainland.
"You see," I explained, "these men will return at
once to Hooja's Island, to the Mahar cities from which
they come, or to the countries from which they were
Pellucidar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: "No, monsieur, I speak what I think, and that is exactly why
I say that, in the first pitched battle you fight with your
forty men, I am very much afraid ---- "
"Therefore I shall fight no pitched battles, my dear
Planchet," said the Gascon, laughing. "We have very fine
examples in antiquity of skillful retreats and marches,
which consisted in avoiding the enemy instead of attacking
them. You should know that, Planchet, you who commanded the
Parisians the day on which they ought to have fought against
the musketeers, and who so well calculated marches and
countermarches, that you never left the Palais Royal."
Ten Years Later |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: a bad river in a good country. But the Traun has also the
advantages of an excellent worldly position. For it rises all over
the Salzkammergut, the summer hunting-ground of the Austrian
Emperor, and flows through that most picturesque corner of his
domain from end to end. Under the desolate cliffs of the
Todtengebirge on the east, and below the shining ice-fields of the
Dachstein on the south, and from the green alps around St. Wolfgang
on the west, the translucent waters are gathered in little tarns,
and shot through roaring brooks, and spread into lakes of wondrous
beauty, and poured through growing streams, until at last they are
all united just below the summer villa of his Kaiserly and Kingly
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