| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: What will these hands ne're be cleane? No more o'that
my Lord, no more o'that: you marre all with this starting
Doct. Go too, go too:
You haue knowne what you should not
Gent. She ha's spoke what shee should not, I am sure
of that: Heauen knowes what she ha's knowne
La. Heere's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes
of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Oh, oh, oh
Doct. What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd
Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome,
Macbeth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Kreutzer Sonata by Leo Tolstoy: falls under the influence of this opium, and loses his head.
Long ago I felt ill at ease when I saw a woman too well
adorned,--whether a woman of the people with her red neckerchief
and her looped skirt, or a woman of our own society in her
ball-room dress. But now it simply terrifies me. I see in it a
danger to men, something contrary to the laws; and I feel a
desire to call a policeman, to appeal for defence from some
quarter, to demand that this dangerous object be removed.
"And this is not a joke, by any means. I am convinced, I am
sure, that the time will come--and perhaps it is not far
distant--when the world will understand this, and will be
The Kreutzer Sonata |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: girl who turned out to be her maid, and who also was searching.
She was concerned because her mistress had had no dinner, and
because the tray of food she carried would soon be cold. I took
the tray from her, on the glimpse of something white on the shore,
and that was how I met the Girl again.
She was sitting on an over-turned boat, her chin in her hands,
staring out to sea. The soft tide of the bay lapped almost at her
feet, and the draperies of her white gown melted hazily into the
sands. She looked like a wraith, a despondent phantom of the sea,
although the adjective is redundant. Nobody ever thinks of a
cheerful phantom. Strangely enough, considering her evident sadness,
The Man in Lower Ten |
