| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: the gunpowder trade, but apprehended nothing beyond some
temporary inconveniences. After emptying his glass he began to
chat easily, lying back in his chair with one of his legs thrown
negligently over the arm. The lieutenant astride on his chair, a
glowing cheroot in the corner of his mouth, listened with a sly
smile from behind the thick volumes of smoke that escaped from
his compressed lips. The young sub-lieutenant, leaning with both
elbows on the table, his head between his hands, looked on
sleepily in the torpor induced by fatigue and the gin. Almayer
talked on--
"It is a great pleasure to see white faces here. I have lived
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Euthyphro by Plato: SOCRATES: And when you say this, can you wonder at your words not standing
firm, but walking away? Will you accuse me of being the Daedalus who makes
them walk away, not perceiving that there is another and far greater artist
than Daedalus who makes them go round in a circle, and he is yourself; for
the argument, as you will perceive, comes round to the same point. Were we
not saying that the holy or pious was not the same with that which is loved
of the gods? Have you forgotten?
EUTHYPHRO: I quite remember.
SOCRATES: And are you not saying that what is loved of the gods is holy;
and is not this the same as what is dear to them--do you see?
EUTHYPHRO: True.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: fingers across his ears and eyelids.
He rubbed his eyes and muttered:
"What t'ell?"
"Let's take a bath in the sea before sunrise--come
on!"
The sleeper groaned heavily, turned over, and in a
moment was again dead to the world.
Mary's eyes were wide now with excitement. The
hours were too marvelous to be lost in sleep. She
could sleep when they must return to the tiresome world
with its endless crowds of people.
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