| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato: YOUNG SOCRATES: To be sure.
STRANGER: And when an individual truly possessing knowledge rules, his
name will surely be the same--he will be called a king; and thus the five
names of governments, as they are now reckoned, become one.
YOUNG SOCRATES: That is true.
STRANGER: And when an individual ruler governs neither by law nor by
custom, but following in the steps of the true man of science pretends that
he can only act for the best by violating the laws, while in reality
appetite and ignorance are the motives of the imitation, may not such an
one be called a tyrant?
YOUNG SOCRATES: Certainly.
Statesman |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: to me, and he finally gave in.
Isn't it just WONDERFUL how love rules us all at
Christmas time?
POOR DEAR MAMA AND FOTHERGIL FINCH
(Hermione's Boswell Loquitur)
HERMIONE'S mother, who has figured so
often as "Poor dear Mama" in these
pages, has come out definitely for Suffrage.
Someone told her that there was an alliance between
the liquor interests and the anti-Suffagists and she
believed it, and it shocked her.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: so well that I began to feel crushed before we reached Zurich.
He argued in railway trains, in lake steamboats, he had argued
away for me the obligatory sunrise on the Righi, by Jove! Of his
devotion to his unworthy pupil there can be no doubt. He had
proved it already by two years of unremitting and arduous care.
I could not hate him. But he had been crushing me slowly, and
when he started to argue on the top of the Furca Pass he was
perhaps nearer a success than either he or I imagined. I
listened to him in despairing silence, feeling that ghostly,
unrealised and desired sea of my dreams escape from the unnerved
grip of my will.
Some Reminiscences |
