| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: as you seem to think, which I shall be happy to prove to him in a
friendly fashion when he is stronger."
Here he stepped forward a pace and looked down at me, then added with a
laugh, "Allemachte! I fear that won't be just at present. Why, the lad
looks as though one might blow him away like a feather."
Still I said nothing, only glanced up at this tall and splendid man
standing above me in his fine clothes, for he was richly dressed as the
fashion of the time went, with his high colouring, broad shoulders, and
face full of health and vigour. Mentally I compared him with myself, as
I was after my fever and loss of blood, a poor, white-faced rat of a
lad, with stubbly brown hair on my head and only a little down on my
Marie |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: eye too in full--obliging her to give me a straightforward look;
this last test went against me: it left her as it found her
--moderate, temperate, tranquil; me it disappointed.
"I am growing wiser," thought I, as I walked back to M. Pelet's.
"Look at this little woman; is she like the women of novelists
and romancers? To read of female character as depicted in Poetry
and Fiction, one would think it was made up of sentiment, either
for good or bad--here is a specimen, and a most sensible and
respectable specimen, too, whose staple ingredient is abstract
reason. No Talleyrand was ever more passionless than Zoraide
Reuter!" So I thought then; I found afterwards that blunt
The Professor |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare: Immodesty lies martyr'd with disgrace!
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy reign are made,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade!
'Make me not object to the tell-tale day!
The light will show, character'd in my brow,
The story of sweet chastity's decay,
The impious breach of holy wedlock vow:
Yea, the illiterate, that know not how
To cipher what is writ in learned books,
Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks.
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