| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: DO you remember - can we e'er forget? -
How, in the coiled-perplexities of youth,
In our wild climate, in our scowling town,
We gloomed and shivered, sorrowed, sobbed and feared?
The belching winter wind, the missile rain,
The rare and welcome silence of the snows,
The laggard morn, the haggard day, the night,
The grimy spell of the nocturnal town,
Do you remember? - Ah, could one forget!
As when the fevered sick that all night long
Listed the wind intone, and hear at last
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: He pushed her away,--gently, but he was worn out; her rasping
tone fretted him.
"Hugh!"
The candle flared a pale yellow light over the cobwebbed brick
walls, and the woman standing there. He looked at her. She was
young, in deadly earnest; her faded eyes, and wet, ragged figure
caught from their frantic eagerness a power akin to beauty.
"Hugh, it is true! Money ull do it! Oh, Hugh, boy, listen till
me! He said it true! It is money!"
"I know. Go back! I do not want you here."
"Hugh, it is t' last time. I'll never worrit hur again."
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucolics by Virgil: But the woods echo it. What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all unworthy of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying? for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or Parnassus stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe. Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him, outstretched beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus. The sheep too stood around-
Of us they feel no shame, poet divine;
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