| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: It may be that save in this little planet, this speck of cosmic dust,
invisible long before the nearest star could be attained--it may be,
I say, that nowhere else does this thing called pain occur.
But the laws we feel our way towards--Why, even on this earth, even among
living things, what pain is there?"
As he spoke he drew a little penknife from his pocket, opened the
smaller blade, and moved his chair so that I could see his thigh.
Then, choosing the place deliberately, he drove the blade into
his leg and withdrew it.
"No doubt," he said, "you have seen that before. It does not hurt
a pin-prick. But what does it show? The capacity for pain is not
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: angle between the river and the lake, and made an appearance
equally resolute and formidable. Auchenbreck would willingly
have commenced the battle by an attack on the outposts of the
enemy, but Argyle, with more cautious policy, preferred receiving
to making the onset. Signals were soon heard, that they would
not long wait for it in vain. The Campbells could distinguish,
in the gorge of the mountains, the war-tunes of various clans as
they advanced to the onset. That of the Camerons, which bears
the ominous words, addressed to the wolves and ravens, "Come to
me, and I will give you flesh," was loudly re-echoed from their
native glens. In the language of the Highland bards, the war
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Poems of Goethe, Bowring, Tr. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: That's the match whose conflagration
Should inflame our tuneful lay.
Let it be our precept ever
To admit no waverer here!
For to act the good endeavour,
None but rascals meek appear.
CHORUS.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
We have now in rapture drown'd.
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