| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: from the second-story window of her home, and her husband, whose
passionate eccentric nature was well known, had been a changed
man from that hour.
It was his deep grief at the loss of his beloved wife that had
turned his hair grey and had drawn lines of terrible sorrow in his
face - said gossip. But Muller, who did not know Kniepp personally
although he had been taking a great interest in his affairs for the
last few days, had his own ideas on the subject, and he decided to
make the acquaintance of the Forest Councillor as soon as possible
- that is, after he had found out all there was to be found out
about his affairs and his habits.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Republic by Plato: see that the word which is full of associations to his own mind is
difficult and unmeaning to that of another; or that the sequence which is
clear to himself is puzzling to others. There are many passages in some of
our greatest modern poets which are far too obscure; in which there is no
proportion between style and subject, in which any half-expressed figure,
any harsh construction, any distorted collocation of words, any remote
sequence of ideas is admitted; and there is no voice 'coming sweetly from
nature,' or music adding the expression of feeling to thought. As if there
could be poetry without beauty, or beauty without ease and clearness. The
obscurities of early Greek poets arose necessarily out of the state of
language and logic which existed in their age. They are not examples to be
The Republic |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: was kneeling over the body.
"Is this your revolver?" asked Makola, getting up.
"Yes," said Kayerts; then he added very quickly, "He ran after me to
shoot me--you saw!"
"Yes, I saw," said Makola. "There is only one revolver; where's his?"
"Don't know," whispered Kayerts in a voice that had become suddenly
very faint.
"I will go and look for it," said the other, gently. He made the round
along the verandah, while Kayerts sat still and looked at the corpse.
Makola came back empty-handed, stood in deep thought, then stepped
quietly into the dead man's room, and came out directly with a
Tales of Unrest |
