| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe: busied herself in receiving him, while I remained, lost in astonishment, as
if fastened to my chair?
Mother. Could I imagine that the prudent Clara would so soon be carried
away by this unhappy love? I must now endure that my daughter--
Clara (bursting into tears). Mother! How can you? You take pleasure in
tormenting me!
Mother (weeping). Ay, weep away! Make me yet more wretched by thy
grief. Is it not misery enough that my only daughter is a castaway?
Clara (rising, and speaking coldly). A castaway! The beloved of Egmont a
castaway!--What princess would not envy the poor Clara a place in his
heart? Oh, Mother,--my own Mother, you were not wont to speak thus!
Egmont |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: in the gorge there was never-failing sweet water, grass all the
year round, cool, shady retreats, deer, rabbits, turkeys,
fruit, and miles and miles of narrow-twisting, deep canon full
of broken rocks and impenetrable thickets. The scream of the
panther was heard there, the squall of the wildcat, the cough
of the jaguar. Innumerable bees buzzed in the spring blossoms,
and, it seemed, scattered honey to the winds. All day there was
continuous song of birds, that of the mocking-bird loud and
sweet and mocking above the rest.
On clear days--and rare indeed were cloudy days--with the
subsiding of the wind at sunset a hush seemed to fall around
The Lone Star Ranger |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Phoenix and the Turtle by William Shakespeare: Neither two nor one was call'd.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either-neither,
Simple were so well compounded.
That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none
If what parts can so remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
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