| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: far down the river, out of sight of the village, behind the
kikar-scrub yonder. Then come they down, my broad-shouldered
Jats--eight or nine together under the stars, bearing the dead
man upon a bed. They are old men with gray beards, and voices as
deep as mine. They light a little fire--ah! how well I know that
fire!--and they drink tobacco, and they nod their heads together
forward in a ring, or sideways toward the dead man upon the
bank. They say the English Law will come with a rope for this
matter, and that such a man"s family will be ashamed, because
such a man must be hanged in the great square of the Jail.
Then say the friends of the dead, "Let him hang!" and the talk
The Second Jungle Book |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy: we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew
the quest for peace; before the dark powers of destruction unleashed
by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.
We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient
beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.
But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from
our present course. . .both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons,
both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing
to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of Mankind's
final war.
So let us begin anew. . .remembering on both sides that civility
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: 'It's life,' he said. 'There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep
clear you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open
again, I have.'
She did not quite see it that way, but still 'It's just love,' she said
cheerfully.
'Whatever that may be,' he replied.
They went on through the darkening wood in silence, till they were
almost at the gate.
'But you don't hate me, do you?' she said wistfully.
'Nay, nay,' he replied. And suddenly he held her fast against his
breast again, with the old connecting passion. 'Nay, for me it was
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
