| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: words" from him
He that will give good words to thee will flatter
Beneath abhorring.
But let us be honest. As political sentiments these lines are an
abomination to every democrat. But suppose they are not political
sentiments! Suppose they are merely a record of observed fact. John
Stuart Mill told our British workmen that they were mostly liars.
Carlyle told us all that we are mostly fools. Matthew Arnold and
Ruskin were more circumstantial and more abusive. Everybody,
including the workers themselves, know that they are dirty, drunken,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: him, and went away to wander about in their hiding-place; nor was
she to return, he told her, until he called her.
Then at once, as soon as she was gone, he fell to. The packs and
saddles came off the horses, which he turned loose upon the
pasture on the main land. The tent was unfolded first. He had
long seen in his mind where it should go, and how its white shape
would look beneath the green of the encircling pines. The ground
was level in the spot he had chosen, without stones or roots, and
matted with the fallen needles of the pines. If there should come
any wind, or storm of rain, the branches were thick overhead, and
around them on three sides tall rocks and undergrowth made a
The Virginian |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: you--the Rue de Lesdiguieres. It is a turning out of the Rue Saint-
Antoine, beginning just opposite a fountain near the Place de la
Bastille, and ending in the Rue de la Cerisaie. Love of knowledge
stranded me in a garret; my nights I spent in work, my days in reading
at the Bibliotheque d'Orleans, close by. I lived frugally; I had
accepted the conditions of the monastic life, necessary conditions for
every worker, scarcely permitting myself a walk along the Boulevard
Bourdon when the weather was fine. One passion only had power to draw
me from my studies; and yet, what was that passion but a study of
another kind? I used to watch the manners and customs of the Faubourg,
its inhabitants, and their characteristics. As I dressed no better
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