| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: are all over in the air around us. This antenna brings them in
and the set makes them visible." The engineers laughed while the
scientists sneered, the latter now sorry they had allowed themselves
to be talked into coming to hear this notorious nut.
"Come now," one of the scientists said. "Do you expect us
to believe that there are pictures floating around us in the
air--pictures we cannot see? And that twenty sets of these pictures
are all present at once, scrambled together, just waiting for that
little box to take them and sort them out? What do you take us for
anyway--a bunch of gullible greenhorn fools?"
"And besides," continued an engineer, "how do these pictures
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: general, who obeys the Viceroy, who is the servant of the Empress.
Thus it is done."
"Would it were so in Afghanistan!" said the chief, "for there
we obey only our own wills."
"And for that reason," said the native officer, twirling his
mustache, "your Amir whom you do not obey must come here and take
orders from our Viceroy."
Parade Song of the Camp Animals
ELEPHANTS OF THE GUN TEAMS
We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules,
The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees;
The Jungle Book |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: she took his arm, and once, I think, she led him by the hand adown
the glade that the glow-worms lit.
Just how things chanced and happened there is no telling from
Mr. Skelmersdale's disarticulated skeleton of description. He gives
little unsatisfactory glimpses of strange corners and doings, of places
where there were many fairies together, of "toadstool things that
shone pink," of fairy food, of which he could only say "you should
have tasted it!" and of fairy music, "like a little musical box,"
that came out of nodding flowers. There was a great open place
where fairies rode and raced on "things," but what Mr. Skelmersdale
meant by "these here things they rode," there is no telling. Larvae,
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