| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Of wounded earth, and caverns of the tomb,
A groan, as of a troubled ghost, renew'd
My fright, and then these dreadful words ensued:
'Why dost thou thus my buried body rend?
O spare the corpse of thy unhappy friend!
Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood:
The tears distil not from the wounded wood;
But ev'ry drop this living tree contains
Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.
O fly from this unhospitable shore,
Warn'd by my fate; for I am Polydore!
Aeneid |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato: According to your favourite mode of speech, Socrates, 'Let us reflect about
this,' he said; and if the reflection is to the point, and the result
proves that pleasure and good are really the same, then we will agree; but
if not, then we will argue.
And would you wish to begin the enquiry? I said; or shall I begin?
You ought to take the lead, he said; for you are the author of the
discussion.
May I employ an illustration? I said. Suppose some one who is enquiring
into the health or some other bodily quality of another:--he looks at his
face and at the tips of his fingers, and then he says, Uncover your chest
and back to me that I may have a better view:--that is the sort of thing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: But they had only finite minds. It was not in reason to expect a
complete victory against this mighty Nature, this bounding horizon
of death and desolation and decay. Gradually they fell back upon
fewer and fewer occupations, until the time came when the silence
was hard to break.
Gale believed himself the keenest of the party, the one who thought
most, and he watched the effect of the desert upon his companions.
He imagined that he saw Ladd grow old sitting round the campfire.
Certain it was that the ranger's gray hair had turned white. What
had been at times ahrd and cold and grim about him had strangely
vanished in sweet temper and a vacant-mindedness that held him
Desert Gold |
