| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: drawing-room."
The cultivation of the art said to be patronized by princesses was
pursued in the drawing-room from considerations of the right kind of
light. The governess preceded the master up the stairs and into the
room where Miss de Barral was found arrayed in a holland pinafore
(also of the right kind for the pursuit of the art) and smilingly
expectant. The water-colour lesson enlivened by the jocular
conversation of the kindly, humorous, old man was always great fun;
and she felt she would be compensated for the tiresome beginning of
the day.
Her governess generally was present at the lesson; but on this
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: narrow circle far below me. But where I was, all was
darkness and silence, save the dry monotonous ticking of the
clock that came ceaselessly up to my ear.
The final crown of it all, however, the last touch of
reproduction on the pictures of my memory, was the arrival of
that time for which, all night through, I waited and longed
of old. It was my custom, as the hours dragged on, to repeat
the question, 'When will the carts come in?' and repeat it
again and again until at last those sounds arose in the
street that I have heard once more this morning. The road
before our house is a great thoroughfare for early carts. I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: matter," a saying at which all that audience pricked their ears.
Then I rose up in wrath and fear, knowing my position to be one of some
danger.
"Wizard, or Smeller-out of Wizards, whichever you name yourself," I
called in a loud voice, "if you mean that _I_ killed Nandie's child, you
lie!"
"No, no, Macumazahn," he answered, "but you tried to save it, and
therefore you had something to do with the matter, had you not?
Moreover, I think that you, who are wise like me, know who did kill it.
Won't you tell me, Macumazahn? No? Then I must find out for myself.
Be at peace. Does not all the land know that your hands are white as
Child of Storm |
