| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Apology by Xenophon: to believe that I am thus highly honoured by the divine powers.
Chaerephon[25] once, in the presence of many witnesses, put a question
at Delhi concerning me, and Apollo answered that there was no human
being more liberal, or more upright, or more temperate than myself."
And when once more on hearing these words the judges gave vent, as was
only natural, to a fiercer murmur of dissent, Socrates once again
spoke: "Yet, sirs, they were still greater words which the god spake
in oracle concerning Lycurgus,[26] the great lawgiver of Lacedaemon,
than those concerning me. It is said that as he entered the temple the
god addressed him with the words: 'I am considering whether to call
thee god or man.' Me he likened not indeed to a god, but in
The Apology |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: He injected new blood, joined certain veins, arteries, and nerves
at the headless neck, and closed the ghastly aperture with engrafted
skin from an unidentified specimen which had borne an officer’s
uniform. I knew what he wanted -- to see if this highly organised
body could exhibit, without its head, any of the signs of mental
life which had distinguished Sir Eric Moreland Clapham-Lee. Once
a student of reanimation, this silent trunk was now gruesomely
called upon to exemplify it.
I can still see Herbert West under
the sinister electric light as he injected his reanimating solution
into the arm of the headless body. The scene I cannot describe
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: Like this fair Paradise, your sense; yet such
Accept your Maker's work; he gave it me,
Which I as freely give: Hell shall unfold,
To entertain you two, her widest gates,
And send forth all her kings; there will be room,
Not like these narrow limits, to receive
Your numerous offspring; if no better place,
Thank him who puts me loth to this revenge
On you who wrong me not for him who wronged.
And should I at your harmless innocence
Melt, as I do, yet publick reason just,
Paradise Lost |
