| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: gleaner should the occasion offer.
This slaughter of the Bee engaged in the hallowed delights of
labour has always revolted me. Why should there be workers to feed
idlers, why sweated to keep sweaters in luxury? Why should so many
admirable lives be sacrificed to the greater prosperity of
brigandage? These hateful discords amid the general harmony
perplex the thinker, all the more as we shall see the cruel vampire
become a model of devotion where her family is concerned.
The ogre loved his children; he ate the children of others. Under
the tyranny of the stomach, we are all of us, beasts and men alike,
ogres. The dignity of labour, the joy of life, maternal affection,
The Life of the Spider |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: as proof."
There is every reason to suppose, then, that the 13 chapters
existed in the time of Ssu-ma Ch`ien practically as we have them
now. That the work was then well known he tells us in so many
words. "Sun Tzu's 13 Chapters and Wu Ch`i's Art of War are the
two books that people commonly refer to on the subject of
military matters. Both of them are widely distributed, so I will
not discuss them here." But as we go further back, serious
difficulties begin to arise. The salient fact which has to be
faced is that the TSO CHUAN, the greatest contemporary record,
makes no mention whatsoever of Sun Wu, either as a general or as
The Art of War |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: blushing, "and be comfortable and contented, though nobody thinks
about us."
"I suppose," said her father, after a fit of musing, "there is
something natural in what the young man says; and if my mind had
been turned that way, I might have felt just the same. It is
strange, wife, how his talk has set my head running on things
that are pretty certain never to come to pass."
"Perhaps they may," observed the wife. "Is the man thinking what
he will do when he is a widower?"
"No, no!" cried he, repelling the idea with reproachful kindness.
"When I think of your death, Esther, I think of mine, too. But I
Twice Told Tales |
