| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
The Waste Land |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: The only anxiety exhibited at times by the old boatman was
concerning the formation of ice on the surface of the water.
The night had been excessively cold; pieces of ice could
be seen drifting towards the West. Nothing was to be
dreaded from these, since they could not drift into the
Angara, having already passed the mouth; but pieces from
the Eastern end of the lake might be drawn by the current
between the banks of the river; this would cause difficulty,
possibly delay, and perhaps even an insurmountable obstacle
which would stop the raft.
Michael therefore took immense interest in ascertaining
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: image of terror to come to the dominant C. I can hear all hell in it!
"The curtain rises. What do I see? The only scene to which we gave the
epithet infernal: an orgy of knights in Sicily. In that chorus in F
every human passion is unchained in a bacchanalian /allegro/. Every
thread by which the devil holds us is pulled. Yes, that is the sort of
glee that comes over men when they dance on the edge of a precipice;
they make themselves giddy. What /go/ there is in that chorus!
"Against that chorus--the reality of life--the simple life of every-
day virtue stands out in the air, in G minor, sung by Raimbaut. For a
moment it refreshed my spirit to hear the simple fellow,
representative of verdurous and fruitful Normandy, which he brings to
Gambara |
