| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: ENVOI
Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards;
And you in your tongue and measure, I in mine,
Our now division duly solemnise.
Unlike the strains, and yet the theme is one:
The strains unlike, and how unlike their fate!
You to the blinding palace-yard shall call
The prefect of the singers, and to him,
Listening devout, your valedictory verse
Deliver; he, his attribute fulfilled,
To the island chorus hand your measures on,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: watermelon on stalls: too much enjoyment, altogether far too much
enjoyment!
Connie and Hilda went around in their sunny frocks. There were dozens
of people they knew, dozens of people knew them. Michaelis turned up
like a bad penny. 'Hullo! Where you staying? Come and have an ice-cream
or something! Come with me somewhere in my gondola.' Even Michaelis
almost sun-burned: though sun-cooked is more appropriate to the look of
the mass of human flesh.
It was pleasant in a way. It was ALMOST enjoyment. But anyhow, with all
the cocktails, all the lying in warmish water and sunbathing on hot
sand in hot sun, jazzing with your stomach up against some fellow in
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: he should never cease to be a faithful mourner, there was
no occasion to wear his weeds ostentatiously. Jo wouldn't
love him, but he might make her respect and admire him by doing
something which should prove that a girl's no had not spoiled
his life. He had always meant to do something, and Amy's
advice was quite unnecessary. He had only been waiting till
the aforesaid blighted affections were decently interred.
That being done, he felt that he was ready to `hide his
stricken heart, and still toil on'.
As Goethe, when he had a joy or a grief, put it into a song,
so Laurie resolved to embalm his love sorrow in music, and to
Little Women |
