| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: Until, biting at my sharp hidden hooks, they have to come up unto MY
height, the motleyest abyss-groundlings, to the wickedest of all fishers of
men.
For THIS am I from the heart and from the beginning--drawing, hither-
drawing, upward-drawing, upbringing; a drawer, a trainer, a training-
master, who not in vain counselled himself once on a time: "Become what
thou art!"
Thus may men now come UP to me; for as yet do I await the signs that it is
time for my down-going; as yet do I not myself go down, as I must do,
amongst men.
Therefore do I here wait, crafty and scornful upon high mountains, no
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: like ten minutes chat after tea. [He murmurs]. No use groaning:
I'm inexorable. [He takes the opposite seat disconsolately].
Pass that cigar box, will you?
FRANK [pushing the cigar box across] Nasty womanly habit. Nice
men dont do it any longer.
VIVIE. Yes: they object to the smell in the office; and weve had
to take to cigarets. See! [She opens the box and takes out a
cigaret, which she lights. She offers him one; but he shakes his
head with a wry face. She settles herself comfortably in her
chair, smoking]. Go ahead.
FRANK. Well, I want to know what youve done--what arrangements
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: leader might arise; the man of genius, in politics as in anything else.
Probably he will be extremely disagreeable to us old fogies, thought Mr
Bankes, doing his best to make allowances, for he knew by some curious
physical sensation, as of nerves erect in his spine, that he was
jealous, for himself partly, partly more probably for his work, for his
point of view, for his science; and therefore he was not entirely open-
minded or altogether fair, for Mr Tansley seemed to be saying, You have
wasted your lives. You are all of you wrong. Poor old fogies, you're
hopelessly behind the times. He seemed to be rather cocksure, this
young man; and his manners were bad. But Mr Bankes bade himself
observe, he had courage; he had ability; he was extremely well up in
To the Lighthouse |
