| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: "Why don't you keep that baby quiet?" said the Man, who had just drunk
enough beer to make him feel very brave and master of his house.
"If you don't keep that baby quiet you'll know why later on."
They burst out laughing as she stumbled back into the bedroom.
"I don't believe Holy Mary could keep him quiet," she murmured. "Did Jesus
cry like this when He was little? If I was not so tired perhaps I could do
it; but the baby just knows that I want to go to sleep. And there is going
to be another one."
She flung the baby on the bed, and stood looking at him with terror.
From the next room there came the jingle of glasses and the warm sound of
laughter.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare: Wall. In this same Interlude, it doth befall,
That I, one Snowt (by name) present a wall:
And such a wall, as I would haue you thinke,
That had in it a crannied hole or chinke:
Through which the Louers, Piramus and Thisbie
Did whisper often, very secretly.
This loame, this rough-cast, and this stone doth shew,
That I am that same Wall; the truth is so.
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearfull Louers are to whisper
Thes. Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake
A Midsummer Night's Dream |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: smoke from burnt powder and the smell of brimstone filled the room. By way
of reply old Hiram's rifle boomed out twice, and two heavy slugs crashed
through the roof, sending down a shower of dust and bits of decayed wood.
"Thet's jist to show what a 45-90 can do," remarked Bill.
Bud reloaded his weapon while Bill shot several times. Herky-Jerky had his
gun in hand, but contented himself with peering from different chinks
between the logs. I hid behind the wide stone fireplace, and though I felt
pretty safe from flying bullets, I began to feel the icy grip of fear. I
had seen too much of these men in excitement, and knew if circumstances so
brought it about there might come a moment when my life would not be worth
a pin. They were all sober now, and deadly quiet. Buell showed the greatest
The Young Forester |
