| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: Exit
Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrance,
Guildenstern, and
Lords.
King. And can you by no drift of circumstance
Get from him why he puts on this Confusion:
Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy
Rosin. He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
But from what cause he will by no meanes speake
Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded,
Hamlet |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: balconies, open towards the river, decked out with silk
tapestry embroidered with gold flowers, the wonderful
manufacture of India and China; and near these brilliant
stuffs, large lines set to catch the voracious eels, which
are attracted towards the houses by the garbage thrown every
day from the kitchens into the river.
Craeke, standing on the deck of the boat, saw, across the
moving sails of the windmills, on the slope of the hill, the
red and pink house which was the goal of his errand. The
outlines of its roof were merging in the yellow foliage of a
curtain of poplar trees, the whole habitation having for
The Black Tulip |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
Shame, which is fear: the deep Organic shame, the old, old physical
fear which crouches in the bodily roots of us, and can only be chased
away by the sensual fire, at last it was roused up and routed by the
phallic hunt of the man, and she came to the very heart of the jungle
of herself. She felt, now, she had come to the real bed-rock of her
nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked
and unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how
it was! That was life! That was how oneself really was! There was
nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate
nakedness with a man, another being.
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
