| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be belov'd?
O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me
But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
As are of better person than myself,
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell
Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bear this head
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: No more is Emma. Late hours do not agree with us. I am sorry
Mr. and Mrs. Cole should have done it. I think it would be
much better if they would come in one afternoon next summer,
and take their tea with us--take us in their afternoon walk;
which they might do, as our hours are so reasonable, and yet get home
without being out in the damp of the evening. The dews of a summer
evening are what I would not expose any body to. However, as they
are so very desirous to have dear Emma dine with them, and as you
will both be there, and Mr. Knightley too, to take care of her,
I cannot wish to prevent it, provided the weather be what it ought,
neither damp, nor cold, nor windy." Then turning to Mrs. Weston,
Emma |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: my silks I threw them across the shoulders of Dejah
Thoris. As my arm rested for an instant upon her I felt a
thrill pass through every fiber of my being such as contact
with no other mortal had even produced; and it seemed to
me that she had leaned slightly toward me, but of that I
was not sure. Only I knew that as my arm rested there
across her shoulders longer than the act of adjusting the
silk required she did not draw away, nor did she speak.
And so, in silence, we walked the surface of a dying world,
but in the breast of one of us at least had been born that
which is ever oldest, yet ever new.
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