| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: If I this night before God's throne should stand.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'
Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.
Poem: Vita Nuova
I stood by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;
The long red fires of the dying day
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: black. For an instant he was insane, a screaming animal. Yet he came out
of the blackness clutching an idea. There was one and only one way to save
himself. He must interpose another human being, the BODY of another human
being, between himself and the rats.
The circle of the mask was large enough now to shut out the vision of
anything else. The wire door was a couple of hand-spans from his face. The
rats knew what was coming now. One of them was leaping up and down, the
other, an old scaly grandfather of the sewers, stood up, with his pink
hands against the bars, and fiercely sniffed the air. Winston could see
the whiskers and the yellow teeth. Again the black panic took hold of him.
He was blind, helpless, mindless.
1984 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: friends!-- When I heard of it, it struck me like a flash of lightning.
For a long time I would not believe it. Ivan Ivanovitch quarrelling
with Ivan Nikiforovitch! Such worthy people! What is to be depended
upon, then, in this world?
When Ivan Ivanovitch reached home, he remained for some time in a
state of strong excitement. He usually went, first of all, to the
stable to see whether his mare was eating her hay; for he had a bay
mare with a white star on her forehead, and a very pretty little mare
she was too; then to feed the turkeys and the little pigs with his own
hand, and then to his room, where he either made wooden dishes, for he
could make various vessels of wood very tastefully, quite as well as
Taras Bulba and Other Tales |
