| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: reason for everything, and about the Poem, which he considered
quite good. And then about the Letter.
"I get the whole thing a bit clearer now," he said. "Of course, it
is still cloudy in places. The making up somebody to write to is
understandable, under the circumstances. But it is odd to have had
the very Person materialise, so to speak. It makes me wonder--well,
how about burning the Letter, now we've got it? It would be better,
I think. The way things have been going with you, if we don't
destroy it, it is likely to walk off into somebody else's pocket
and cause more trouble."
So we burned it, and then the telephone rang and said the taxi was there.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: they drove him from them and he was beaten back.
Thus, then, did the battle rage between them. Presently the
strong hand of fate impelled Tlepolemus, the son of Hercules, a
man both brave and of great stature, to fight Sarpedon; so the
two, son and grandson of great Jove, drew near to one another,
and Tlepolemus spoke first. "Sarpedon," said he, "councillor of
the Lycians, why should you come skulking here you who are a man
of peace? They lie who call you son of aegis-bearing Jove, for
you are little like those who were of old his children. Far other
was Hercules, my own brave and lion-hearted father, who came here
for the horses of Laomedon, and though he had six ships only, and
The Iliad |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: attitude must have exasperated him at last, for he judged
it necessary to inform me he feared neither God nor devil,
let alone any mere man. I said I could see that very well,
but what I wanted was a certain quantity of rivets--and rivets
were what really Mr. Kurtz wanted, if he had only known it.
Now letters went to the coast every week. . . . `My dear sir,'
he cried, `I write from dictation.' I demanded rivets.
There was a way--for an intelligent man. He changed his manner;
became very cold, and suddenly began to talk about
a hippopotamus; wondered whether sleeping on board the steamer
(I stuck to my salvage night and day) I wasn't disturbed.
Heart of Darkness |
