| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: Goddess pitied him (for she loves the wise), and changed him
into a partridge, which flits for ever about the hills. And
Daidalos fled to Crete, to Minos, and worked for him many a
year, till he did a shameful deed, at which the sun hid his
face on high.
Then he fled from the anger of Minos, he and Icaros his son
having made themselves wings of feathers, and fixed the
feathers with wax. So they flew over the sea toward Sicily;
but Icaros flew too near the sun; and the wax of his wings
was melted, and he fell into the Icarian Sea. But Daidalos
came safe to Sicily, and there wrought many a wondrous work;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: had led a snake to cross a road; we heaved bits of bark at a
venturesome chipmunk, who was really the little gray squirrel of
India, and had come to call on me; we lost our way, and got the
wagon so beautifully fixed on a khud-bound road that we had to
tie the two hind wheels to get it down.
Above all, California told tales of Nevada and Arizona, of lonely
nights spent out prospecting, the slaughter of deer and the chase
of men, of woman--lovely woman--who is a firebrand in a Western
city and leads to the popping of pistols, and of the sudden
changes and chances of Fortune, who delights in making the miner
or the lumber-man a quadruplicate millionaire and in "busting"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy: simply preached austerely at Angel for some time after.
But the kindness of his heart was such that he never
resented anything for long, and welcomed his son today
with a smile which was as candidly sweet as a child's.
Angel sat down, and the place felt like home; yet he
did not so much as formerly feel himself one of the
family gathered there. Every time that he returned
hither he was conscious of this divergence, and since
he had last shared in the Vicarage life it had grown
even more distinctly foreign to his own than usual.
Its transcendental aspirations--still unconsciously
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman |
