| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: often depend on physical changes, which are generally very slow, and on the
immigration of better adapted forms having been checked. But the action of
natural selection will probably still oftener depend on some of the
inhabitants becoming slowly modified; the mutual relations of many of the
other inhabitants being thus disturbed. Nothing can be effected, unless
favourable variations occur, and variation itself is apparently always a
very slow process. The process will often be greatly retarded by free
intercrossing. Many will exclaim that these several causes are amply
sufficient wholly to stop the action of natural selection. I do not
believe so. On the other hand, I do believe that natural selection will
always act very slowly, often only at long intervals of time, and generally
On the Origin of Species |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy: "I don't think anything against him--to you dear."
"And you won't say things to distress me, will you?"
"I will not."
He said no more, but he knew that, from some cause or other,
in taking Phillotson as a husband, Sue felt that she had done
what she ought not to have done.
They plunged into the concave field on the other side of which rose
the village--the field wherein Jude had received a thrashing
from the farmer many years earlier. On ascending to the village
and approaching the house they found Mrs. Edlin standing at
the door, who at sight of them lifted her hands deprecatingly.
Jude the Obscure |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.
THE SICK ROSE
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
