| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: After a partial cessation of his sensuous life, the soul of man, or
its organs rather, are reinvigorated each day, and his Genius tries
again what noble life it can make. All memorable events, I should
say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The
Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning." Poetry and
art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date
from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the
children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. To him whose
elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a
perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the
attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there
Walden |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: the suspicions of the time, that Tressilian and his attendants
were stopped and questioned repeatedly by sentinels, both on foot
and horseback, as they approached the abode of the sick Earl. In
truth, the high rank which Sussex held in Queen Elizabeth's
favour, and his known and avowed rivalry of the Earl of
Leicester, caused the utmost importance to be attached to his
welfare; for, at the period we treat of, all men doubted whether
he or the Earl of Leicester might ultimately have the higher rank
in her regard.
Elizabeth, like many of her sex, was fond of governing by
factions, so as to balance two opposing interests, and reserve in
Kenilworth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: "Only bringing scissors to cut the beef with," Bruno said carelessly.
"But the grandest thing of all was, I fetched the King a glass of cider!"
"That was grand!" I said, biting my lip to keep myself from laughing.
"Wasn't it?" said Bruno, very earnestly. "Oo know it isn't every one
that's had such an honour as that!"
This set me thinking of the various queer things we call "an honour" in
this world, but which, after all, haven't a bit more honour in them
than what Bruno enjoyed, when he took the King a glass of cider.
I don't know how long I might not have dreamed on in this way, if Bruno
hadn't suddenly roused me. "Oh, come here quick!" he cried, in a state
of the wildest excitement. "Catch hold of his other horn!
Sylvie and Bruno |
