| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: had not only the liberty of foraging the Persian country, and
plundering at pleasure, but also saw Tisaphernes pay dearly for all
the cruelty he had showed the Greeks, to whom he was a professed
enemy. For the king of Persia sent Tithraustes, who took off his
head, and presently dealt with Agesilaus about his return into
Greece, sending to him ambassadors to that purpose, with commission
to offer him great sums of money. Agesilaus's answer was, that the
making of peace belonged to the Lacedaemonians, not to him; as for
wealth, he had rather see it in his soldiers' hands than his own;
that the Grecians thought it not honorable to enrich themselves
with the bribes of their enemies, but with their spoils only. Yet,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: earthquake took them, and in the morning they lay prone in their
dwellings; and he turned away from them and said, 'O my people! I
did preach to you the message of my Lord, and I gave you good
advice; but ye love not sincere advisers.'
And Lot, when he said to his people, 'Do ye approach an
abomination which no one in all the world ever anticipated you in?
verily, ye approach men with lust rather than women- nay, ye are a
people who exceed.' But his people's answer only was to say, 'Turn
them out of your village, verily, they are a people who pretend to
purity.' But we saved him and his people, except his wife, who was
of those who lingered; and we rained down upon them a rain;- see
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: But she swiftly disregarded it, swept forward on a tide of
happiness. At last she was understanding him, at last their minds
had met. This moment was too precious to be lost, no matter what
pain came after.
"Do you remember," he said and under the spell of his voice the
bare walls of the little office faded and the years rolled aside
and they were riding country bridle paths together in a long-gone
spring. As he spoke, his light grip tightened on her hand and in
his voice was the sad magic of old half-forgotten songs. She could
hear the gay jingle of bridle bits as they rode under the dogwood
trees to the Tarletons' picnic, hear her own careless laughter, see
Gone With the Wind |
