| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: margin of a gulf. He recoiled and leant against a pillar,
quaking from head to foot, and covering his face with his
hands; and Nance had time to run round by the stair and
rejoin him where he stood before he had changed a line of his
position.
'Ah!' he cried, and clutched her wrist; 'don't leave me. The
place rocks; I have no head for altitudes.'
'Sit down against that pillar,' said Nance. 'Don't you be
afraid; I won't leave you, and don't look up or down: look
straight at me. How white you are!'
'The gulf,' he said, and closed his eyes again and shuddered.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: all over with leaves, and presently heaven sent me off into a
very deep sleep. Sick and sorry as I was I slept among the
leaves all night, and through the next day till afternoon, when
I woke as the sun was westering, and saw your daughter's maid
servants playing upon the beach, and your daughter among them
looking like a goddess. I besought her aid, and she proved to be
of an excellent disposition, much more so than could be expected
from so young a person--for young people are apt to be
thoughtless. She gave me plenty of bread and wine, and when she
had had me washed in the river she also gave me the clothes in
which you see me. Now, therefore, though it has pained me to do
The Odyssey |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare: Yet these that we count errours may become him:
Narcissus was a sad Boy, but a heavenly:--
Oh who can finde the bent of womans fancy?
I am a Foole, my reason is lost in me;
I have no choice, and I have ly'd so lewdly
That women ought to beate me. On my knees
I aske thy pardon, Palamon; thou art alone,
And only beutifull, and these the eyes,
These the bright lamps of beauty, that command
And threaten Love, and what yong Mayd dare crosse 'em?
What a bold gravity, and yet inviting,
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