| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: 'O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.
'O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North.
'O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,
And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.
'O were I thou that she might take me in,
And lay me on her bosom, and her heart
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Cavalry General by Xenophon: ridden over rough ground. A horse, one knows, is practically useless
where he cannot be galloped without suffering.
[5] Lit. "in process of being raised."
[6] Or, "to press home a charge a l'outrance, or retire from the field
unscathed."
And now, supposing that your horses are all that they ought to be,
like pains must be applied to train the men themselves. The trooper,
in the first place, must be able to spring on horseback easily--a feat
to which many a man has owed his life ere now. And next, he must be
able to ride with freedom over every sort of ground, since any
description of country may become the seat of war. When, presently,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: your ears are very near together."
"Should you like me to dance a hornpipe on the deck?"
"Pray do, and I'll carry round your hat. It will pay the expenses
of our journey."
"I never was better pleased in my life," murmured Winterbourne.
She looked at him a moment and then burst into a little laugh.
"I like to make you say those things! You're a queer mixture!"
In the castle, after they had landed, the subjective element
decidedly prevailed. Daisy tripped about the vaulted chambers,
rustled her skirts in the corkscrew staircases, flirted back with
a pretty little cry and a shudder from the edge of the oubliettes,
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