| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mayflower Compact: In the name of God, Amen. We, whose names are underwritten,
the Loyal Subjects of our dread Sovereigne Lord, King James,
by the Grace of God, of Great Britaine, France, and Ireland,
King, Defender of the Faith, &c.
Having undertaken for the Glory of God, and Advancement of
the Christian Faith, and the Honour of our King and Country,
a Voyage to plant the first colony in the Northerne Parts
of Virginia; doe, by these Presents, solemnly and mutually
in the Presence of God and one of another, covenant and
combine ourselves together into a civill Body Politick,
for our better Ordering and Preservation, and Furtherance
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: the wainscots. Tortoise-shell butterflies burst from the chrysalis and
pattered their life out on the window-pane. Poppies sowed themselves
among the dahlias; the lawn waved with long grass; giant artichokes
towered among roses; a fringed carnation flowered among the cabbages;
while the gentle tapping of a weed at the window had become, on
winters' nights, a drumming from sturdy trees and thorned briars which
made the whole room green in summer.
What power could now prevent the fertility, the insensibility of
nature? Mrs McNab's dream of a lady, of a child, of a plate of milk
soup? It had wavered over the walls like a spot of sunlight and
vanished. She had locked the door; she had gone. It was beyond the
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: multitude who happened to have none, except that of working and
being shot at for the benefit of their betters, which is obviously
not the meaning of social order in our more enlightened times:
let us therefore be grateful to Providence, and sing Te Deum laudamus
in chorus with the Holy Alliance.
The little friar, however, though he found the lady spotless,
found the butler a great sinner: at least so it was conjectured,
from the length of time he always took to confess him in the buttery.
Matilda became every day more pale and dejected: her spirit,
which could have contended against any strenuous affliction,
pined in the monotonous inaction to which she was condemned.
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