| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: How now, my hardy stout resolved mates!
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?
FIRST MURDERER. We are, my lord, and come to have the
warrant,
That we may be admitted where he is.
GLOUCESTER. Well thought upon; I have it here about me.
[Gives the warrant]
When you have done, repair to Crosby Place.
But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps
Richard III |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: occupation. . . Then 1870 - and chivalrous response to adopted
country's call and again emptiness, the chafing of a proud spirit
without aim and handicapped not exactly by poverty but by lack of
fortune. And she, the mother, having to look on at this wasting of
a most accomplished man, of a most chivalrous nature that
practically had no future before it.
"You understand me well, Monsieur George. A nature like this! It
is the most refined cruelty of fate to look at. I don't know
whether I suffered more in times of war or in times of peace. You
understand?"
I bowed my head in silence. What I couldn't understand was why he
The Arrow of Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome: factory under the ordinary capitalist system. The
Communists, I think, even today admit the ultimate
desirability of this, but insist that the important question is
not who shall give the orders, but in whose interest the
orders shall be given. I have nowhere found this matter
properly thrashed out, though feeling upon it is extremely
strong. Everybody whom I asked about it began at once to
address me as if I were a public meeting, so that I found
it extremely difficult to get from either side a statement not
free from electioneering bias. I think, however, that it
may be fairly said that all but a few lunatics have abandoned
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