| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: "I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane," said Diana,
"during your walk on the moor. But go after him; he is now
lingering in the passage expecting you--he will make it up."
I have not much pride under such circumstances: I would always
rather be happy than dignified; and I ran after him--he stood at the
foot of the stairs.
"Good-night, St. John," said I.
"Good-night, Jane," he replied calmly.
"Then shake hands," I added.
What a cold, loose touch, he impressed on my fingers! He was deeply
displeased by what had occurred that day; cordiality would not warm,
Jane Eyre |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: egressi manus ad Caesarem tendere et voce significare coeperunt sese in
eius fidem ac potestatem venire neque contra populum Romanum armis
contendere. Item, cum ad oppidum accessisset castraque ibi poneret, pueri
mulieresque ex muro passis mallibus suo more pacem ab Romanis petierunt.
Pro his Diviciacus (nam post discessum Belgarum dimissis Haeduorum
copiis ad Cum reverterat) facit verba: Bellovacos omni tempore in fide
atque amicitia civitatis Haeduae fuisse; impulsos ab suis principibus, qui
dicerent Haeduos a Caesare in servitutem redacto. omnes indignitates
contumeliasque perferre, et ab Haeduis defecisse et populo Romano bellum
intulisse. Qui eius consilii principes fuissent, quod intellegerent
quantam calamitatem civitati intulissent, in Britanniam profugisse.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde: in a song? No: they are real. Action! What is action? It dies
at the moment of its energy. It is a base concession to fact. The
world is made by the singer for the dreamer.
ERNEST. While you talk it seems to me to be so.
GILBERT. It is so in truth. On the mouldering citadel of Troy
lies the lizard like a thing of green bronze. The owl has built
her nest in the palace of Priam. Over the empty plain wander
shepherd and goatherd with their flocks, and where, on the wine-
surfaced, oily sea, [Greek text which cannot be reproduced], as
Homer calls it, copper-prowed and streaked with vermilion, the
great galleys of the Danaoi came in their gleaming crescent, the
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