| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: to have the fish wallow over her; and she makes fool noises to
amuse it, and pretends to chew its paws, and that makes it laugh.
I have not seen a fish before that could laugh. This makes me
doubt. ... I have come to like Sunday myself. Superintending
all the week tires a body so. There ought to be more Sundays.
In the old days they were tough, but now they come handy.
Wednesday
It isn't a fish. I cannot quite make out what it is. It makes
curious, devilish noises when not satisfied, and says "goo-goo"
when it is. It is not one of us, for it doesn't walk; it is not
a bird, for it doesn't fly; it is not a frog, for it doesn't hop;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato: neither the beloved, nor the lover, nor the like, nor the unlike, nor the
good, nor the congenial, nor any other of whom we spoke--for there were
such a number of them that I cannot remember all--if none of these are
friends, I know not what remains to be said.
Here I was going to invite the opinion of some older person, when suddenly
we were interrupted by the tutors of Lysis and Menexenus, who came upon us
like an evil apparition with their brothers, and bade them go home, as it
was getting late. At first, we and the by-standers drove them off; but
afterwards, as they would not mind, and only went on shouting in their
barbarous dialect, and got angry, and kept calling the boys--they appeared
to us to have been drinking rather too much at the Hermaea, which made them
Lysis |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: But I love Pierrot.
At Night
Love said, "Wake still and think of me,"
Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day,"
But Dreams came by and smilingly
Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
Song
When Love comes singing to his heart
That would not wake for me,
I think that I shall know his joy
By my own ecstasy.
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