| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: stream.
And a dream came to Aietes, and filled his heart with fear.
He thought he saw a shining star, which fell into his
daughter's lap; and that Medeia his daughter took it gladly,
and carried it to the riverside, and cast it in, and there
the whirling river bore it down, and out into the Euxine Sea.
Then he leapt up in fear, and bade his servants bring his
chariot, that he might go down to the river-side and appease
the nymphs, and the heroes whose spirits haunt the bank. So
he went down in his golden chariot, and his daughters by his
side, Medeia the fair witch-maiden, and Chalciope, who had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: To see and explore either the ramparts and keep of the one,
or the cloisters of the other, had been for many weeks
a darling wish, though to be more than the visitor
of an hour had seemed too nearly impossible for desire.
And yet, this was to happen. With all the chances against
her of house, hall, place, park, court, and cottage,
Northanger turned up an abbey, and she was to be its inhabitant.
Its long, damp passages, its narrow cells and ruined chapel,
were to be within her daily reach, and she could not
entirely subdue the hope of some traditional legends,
some awful memorials of an injured and ill-fated nun.
Northanger Abbey |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: up with. Your meat and your drink are of the cheapest sort, and as to
clothes, you cling to one wretched cloak which serves you for summer
and winter alike; and so you go the whole year round, without shoes to
your feet or a shirt to your back. Then again, you are not for taking
or making money, the mere seeking of which is a pleasure, even as the
possession of it adds to the sweetness and independence of existence.
I do not know whether you follow the common rule of teachers, who try
to fashion their pupils in imitation of themselves,[2] and propose to
mould the characters of your companions; but if you do you ought to
dub yourself professor of the art of wretchedness.[3]
[2] Or, "try to turn out their pupils as copies of themselves."
The Memorabilia |
