| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll: (As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and listened in awe.
"It's a Snark!" was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo-"
Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and wandering sigh
Then sounded like "-jum!" but the others declare
It was only a breeze that went by.
They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
The Hunting of the Snark |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: also that the fiddler is his fiddle.
CHAPTER XII--HOMEWARD BOUND
Come: I suppose you consider yourself quite a good sailor by now?
Oh, yes. I have never been ill yet, though it has been quite
rough again and again.
What you call rough, little man. But as you are grown such a very
good sailor, and also as the sea is all but smooth, I think we
will have a sail in the yacht to-day, and that a tolerably long
one.
Oh, how delightful! but I thought we were going home; and the
things are all packed up.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: chain, ending in a bunch of heterogeneous ornaments, seals, and a
watch-key with a round top and flat sides, on which was a landscape in
mosaic. Oscar, who considered that old-fashioned finery as the "ne
plus ultra" of adornment, was bewildered by the present revelation of
superior and negligent elegance. The young man exhibited, offensively,
a pair of spotless gloves, and seemed to wish to dazzle Oscar by
twirling with much grace a gold-headed switch cane.
Oscar had reached that last quarter of adolescence when little things
cause immense joys and immense miseries,--a period when youth prefers
misfortune to a ridiculous suit of clothes, and caring nothing for the
real interests of life, torments itself about frivolities, about
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