| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: who was on board, came out on the quarter-deck, and called to me,
with a great deal of joy, "We have stopped the leak - we have
stopped the leak!" - "Say you so?" said I; "thank God; but weigh
anchor, then, immediately." - "Weigh!" says he; "what do you mean
by that? What is the matter?" - "Ask no questions," said I; "but
set all hands to work, and weigh without losing a minute." He was
surprised; however, he called the captain, and he immediately
ordered the anchor to be got up; and though the tide was not quite
down, yet a little land-breeze blowing, we stood out to sea. Then
I called him into the cabin, and told him the story; and we called
in the men, and they told us the rest of it; but as it took up a
Robinson Crusoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: And gracious Juno, both be present here!
And you, my lords of Tyre, your vows address
To Heav'n with mine, to ratify the peace."
The goblet then she took, with nectar crown'd
(Sprinkling the first libations on the ground,)
And rais'd it to her mouth with sober grace;
Then, sipping, offer'd to the next in place.
'T was Bitias whom she call'd, a thirsty soul;
He took challenge, and embrac'd the bowl,
With pleasure swill'd the gold, nor ceas'd to draw,
Till he the bottom of the brimmer saw.
Aeneid |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: When on the sharp stones Life cut her feet, he wiped the blood upon his
garments, and kissed the wounded feet with his little lips. When in the
desert Love lay down faint (for Love itself grows faint), he ran over the
hot sand with his little naked feet, and even there in the desert found
water in the holes in the rocks to moisten Love's lips with. He was no
burden--he never weighted them; he only helped them forward on their
journey.
When they came to the dark ravine where the icicles hang from the rocks--
for Love and Life must pass through strange drear places--there, where all
is cold, and the snow lies thick, he took their freezing hands and held
them against his beating little heart, and warmed them--and softly he drew
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