| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: to be considerable. Then the numerous other treatises attributed
to Sun Tzu might be included. The fact that the HAN CHIH
mentions no work of Sun Tzu except the 82 P`IEN, whereas the Sui
and T`ang bibliographies give the titles of others in addition to
the "13 chapters," is good proof, Pi I-hsun thinks, that all of
these were contained in the 82 P`IEN. Without pinning our faith
to the accuracy of details supplied by the WU YUEH CH`UN CH`IU,
or admitting the genuineness of any of the treatises cited by Pi
I-hsun, we may see in this theory a probable solution of the
mystery. Between Ssu-ma Ch`ien and Pan Ku there was plenty of
time for a luxuriant crop of forgeries to have grown up under the
The Art of War |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: seventeen years or more--a dogmatic sort of loafer who hated
me like poison, just because I was the chief mate. No chief
mate ever made more than one voyage in the Sephora, you know.
Those two old chaps ran the ship. Devil only knows what the skipper
wasn't afraid of (all his nerve went to pieces altogether
in that hellish spell of bad weather we had)--of what the law
would do to him--of his wife, perhaps. Oh, yes! she's on board.
Though I don't think she would have meddled. She would have
been only too glad to have me out of the ship in any way.
The `brand of Cain' business, don't you see. That's all right.
I was ready enough to go off wandering on the face of the earth--
The Secret Sharer |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: With that alliance let the league be tied,
And for the bleeding land a lasting peace provide.
Let insolence no longer awe the throne;
But, with a father's right, bestow your own.
For this maligner of the general good,
If still we fear his force, he must be woo'd;
His haughty godhead we with pray'rs implore,
Your scepter to release, and our just rights restore.
O cursed cause of all our ills, must we
Wage wars unjust, and fall in fight, for thee!
What right hast thou to rule the Latian state,
Aeneid |
