| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell: He is lying on his side and can't get up!"
About half the animals on the farm rushed out to the knoll where the
windmill stood. There lay Boxer, between the shafts of the cart, his neck
stretched out, unable even to raise his head. His eyes were glazed, his
sides matted with sweat. A thin stream of blood had trickled out of his
mouth. Clover dropped to her knees at his side.
"Boxer!" she cried, "how are you?"
"It is my lung," said Boxer in a weak voice. "It does not matter. I think
you will be able to finish the windmill without me. There is a pretty good
store of stone accumulated. I had only another month to go in any case.
To tell you the truth, I had been looking forward to my retirement. And
Animal Farm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato: as he likes.' 'Of course not: the very slaves have more liberty than he
has.' 'But how is this?' 'The reason is that he is not old enough.' 'No;
the real reason is that he is not wise enough: for are there not some
things which he is allowed to do, although he is not allowed to do others?'
'Yes, because he knows them, and does not know the others.' This leads to
the conclusion that all men everywhere will trust him in what he knows, but
not in what he does not know; for in such matters he will be unprofitable
to them, and do them no good. And no one will love him, if he does them no
good; and he can only do them good by knowledge; and as he is still without
knowledge, he can have as yet no conceit of knowledge. In this manner
Socrates reads a lesson to Hippothales, the foolish lover of Lysis,
Lysis |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: again. Who says it's again? Who told you, anyway?"
And the first voice responded caressingly:"Why, your Sunday
clothes told me, Uncle Hughey. They are speakin' mighty loud o'
nuptials."
"You don't worry me!" snapped Uncle Hughey, with shrill heat.
And the other gently continued, "Ain't them gloves the same yu'
wore to your last weddin'?"
"You don't worry me! You don't worry me!" now screamed Uncle
Hughey.
Already I had forgotten my trunk; care had left me; I was aware
of the sunset, and had no desire but for more of this
The Virginian |
