| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: it could as corn-land. Doubtless we owe it to a divine dispensation
that our land is veined with silver; if we consider how many
neighbouring states lie round us by land and sea and yet into none of
them does a single thinnest vein of silver penetrate.
[3] Lit. "those good things which the gods afford in their seasons."
[4] Or, "arise," or "are fashioned."
Indeed it would be scarcely irrational to maintain that the city of
Athens lies at the navel, not of Hellas merely, but of the habitable
world. So true is it, that the farther we remove from Athens the
greater the extreme of heat or cold to be encountered; or to use
another illustration, the traveller who desires to traverse the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: water. He removed the saddle and Waldo led the animal away to the dam.
When he returned, the stranger had settled himself under the trees, with
his back against the saddle. The boy offered him of the cakes. He
declined, but took a draught from the jug; and Waldo lay down not far off
and fell to work again. It mattered nothing if cold eyes saw it. It was
not his sheep-shearing machine. With material loves, as with human, we go
mad once, love out, and have done. We never get up the true enthusiasm a
second time. This was but a thing he had made, laboured over, loved and
liked--nothing more--not his machine.
The stranger forced himself lower down in the saddle and yawned. It was a
drowsy afternoon, and he objected to travel in these out-of-the-world
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: "The gods love your marvellous city, and
walk no more in the ways of the gods. They have forgotten the
high places of earth, and the mountains that knew their youth.
The earth has no longer any gods that are gods, and only the Other
Ones from outer space hold sway on unremembered Kadath. Far away
in a valley of your own childhood, Randolph Carter, play the heedless
Great Ones. You have dreamed too well, O wise arch-dreamer, for
you have drawn dream's gods away from the world of all men's visions
to that which is wholly yours; having builded out of your boyhood's
small fancies a city more lovely than all the phantoms that have
gone before.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
