| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Vêtu d'une peau de girafe.
On montrera mon cénotaphe
Aux côtes brûlantes de Mozambique.
Lune de Miel
Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;
Mais une nuit d'été, les voici à Ravenne,
A l'sur le dos écartant les genoux
De quatre jambes molles tout gonflées de morsures.
On relève le drap pour mieux égratigner.
Moins d'une lieue d'ici est Saint Apollinaire
In Classe, basilique connue des amateurs
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: this love took in him a gloomy form, as though it cost him
suffering. He was never affectionate to his wife in our presence,
but simply rolled his eyes angrily at her and twisted his mouth.
When he came in from the fields he would noisily and angrily put
down his gun, would come out to us on the steps, and sit down
beside his wife. After resting a little, he would ask his wife a
few questions about household matters, and then sink into
silence.
"Let us sing," I would suggest.
My tutor would tune his guitar, and in a deep deacon's bass
strike up "In the midst of the valley." We would begin singing.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: painted," said Agatha. "You may believe every word of it, Mr.
Erskine. Be sure to do as he tells you. He is quite certain to be
right."
"Pooh!" said Erskine, crumpling the telegram and thrusting it
into his pocket as if it were not worth a second thought.
Presently he slipped away, and did not reappear. When they were
about to retire, Sir Charles asked a servant where he was.
"In the library, Sir Charles; writing."
They looked significantly at one another and went to bed without
disturbing him.
CHAPTER XVIII
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