| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: I marry her. Peace with the Hurons may help to bring about peace with the
Shawnees. I shall never cease to work for that end; but even if peace cannot
be secured, my duty still is to Myeerah. She saved me from a most horrible
death."
"If your marriage with this Indian girl will secure the friendly offices of
that grim old warrior Tarhe, it is far more than fighting will ever do. I do
not want you to go back. Would we ever see you again?"
"Oh, yes, often I hope. You see, if I marry Myeerah the Hurons will allow me
every liberty."
"Well, that puts a different light on the subject."
"Oh, how I wish you and Jonathan could have seen Thundercloud and his two
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: behind him. The window was unhasped. He signed to Rodney, who crossed
the room immediately to put the matter right. He stayed a moment
longer by the window than was, perhaps, necessary, and having done
what was needed, drew his chair a little closer than before to
Katharine's side. The music went on. Under cover of some exquisite run
of melody, he leant towards her and whispered something. She glanced
at her father and mother, and a moment later left the room, almost
unobserved, with Rodney.
"What is it?" she asked, as soon as the door was shut.
Rodney made no answer, but led her downstairs into the dining-room on
the ground floor. Even when he had shut the door he said nothing, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: already shown me. The next morning, I cut the telegraph-wire, this
time as long as one's arm and held, like yesterday, by one of the
hind-legs stretched outside the cabin. I then place on the web a
double prey, a Dragon-fly and a Locust. The latter kicks out with
his long, spurred shanks; the other flutters her wings. The web is
tossed about to such an extent that a number of leaves, just beside
the Epeira's nest, move, shaken by the threads of the framework
affixed to them.
And this vibration, though so close at hand, does not rouse the
Spider in the least, does not make her even turn round to enquire
what is going on. The moment that her signalling-thread ceases to
The Life of the Spider |
