| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: night watches on the Court of Guard. First, I must tell
thee this: Desdemona, is directly in loue with him
Rod. With him? Why, 'tis not possible
Iago. Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be instructed.
Marke me with what violence she first lou'd
the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantasticall
lies. To loue him still for prating, let not thy discreet
heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight
shall she haue to looke on the diuell? When the Blood
is made dull with the Act of Sport, there should be a
game to enflame it, and to giue Satiety a fresh appetite.
Othello |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: with Maraschino from Zara, to the prosperity of the French /cuisine/.
The Count took advantage of this happy frame of mind, and Gambara
allowed himself to be taken to the opera like a lamb.
At the first introductory notes Gambara's intoxication appeared to
clear away and make way for the feverish excitement which sometimes
brought his judgment and his imagination into perfect harmony; for it
was their habitual disagreement, no doubt, that caused his madness.
The ruling idea of that great musical drama appeared to him, no doubt,
in its noble simplicity, like a lightning flash, illuminating the
utter darkness in which he lived. To his unsealed eyes this music
revealed the immense horizons of a world in which he found himself for
Gambara |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: an' we haven't one among us. An', Buell, if Leslie falls in with Bent, it's
goin' to git hot fer us round here."
This silenced Buell, but did not stop his restless pacings. His face was
like a thunder-cloud, and he was plainly worried and harassed. Once Bud
deliberately asked what be intended to do with me, and Buell snarled a
reply which no one understood. His gloom extended to the others, except
Herky, who whistled and sang as he busied himself about the campfire.
Greaser appeared to be particularly cast down.
"Buell, what are you going to do with me?" I demanded. But he made no
answer.
"Well, anyway," I went on, "somebody cut these ropes. I'm mighty sore and
The Young Forester |
