|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell:
a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.
'We can come here once again,' said Julia. 'It's generally safe to use any
hide-out twice. But not for another month or two, of course.'
As soon as she woke up her demeanour had changed. She became alert and
business-like, put her clothes on, knotted the scarlet sash about her
waist, and began arranging the details of the journey home. It seemed
natural to leave this to her. She obviously had a practical cunning which
Winston lacked, and she seemed also to have an exhaustive knowledge of the
countryside round London, stored away from innumerable community hikes.
The route she gave him was quite different from the one by which he had
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Sayings of Epictetus by Epictetus:
from Himself and gave to us, liable to be hindered or constrained
either by Himself or any other, He would not have been God, nor
would He have been taking care of us as He ought . . . . If you
choose, you are free; if you choose, you need blame no man--
accuse no man. All things will be at once according to your mind
and according to the Mind of God.
Petrifaction is of two sorts. There is petrifaction of the
understanding; and also of the sense of shame. This happens when
a man obstinately refuses to acknowledge plain truths, and
persists in maintaining what is self-contradictory. Most of us
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson:
full of horrid secrets - I'll wager, now, you knew him as St.
Ivey,' says he, nudging me violently.
'I think not, sir,' said the Major, with pinched lips.
'Well, I wish he may prove all right!' continued the lawyer, with
certainly the worst-inspired jocularity in the world. 'I know
nothing by him! He may be a swell mobsman for me with his aliases.
You must put your memory on the rack, Major, and when ye've
remembered when and where ye met him, be sure ye tell me.'
'I will not fail, sir,' said Chevenix.
'Seek to him!' cried Robbie, waving his hand as he departed.
The Major, as soon as we were alone, turned upon me his impassive