| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: -- But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only 370
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
The Waste Land |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Court Life in China by Isaac Taylor Headland: wives and children, the customs officials, missionaries, business
men, and tourists who happened to be in Peking at the time, with
all the Chinese Christians, were confined in the British legation
and Prince Su's palace. We know how they barricaded their
defense. We know how they were fired upon day and night for six
weeks by the Boxer leaders and the army of the conservatives
under the leadership of their general, Tung Fu-hsiang. But the
thing which we do not know, or at least which has not been
adequately told, is the most interesting secret plot of the
liberal progressives, under the leadership of "Prince Ching and
others," to thwart the Empress Dowager and the Boxer leaders, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: said the pewter soldier. "I cannot bear it!"
"But you must!" said the little boy.
Then in came the old man with the most pleased and happy face, the most
delicious preserves, apples, and nuts, and so the little boy thought no more
about the pewter soldier.
The little boy returned home happy and pleased, and weeks and days passed
away, and nods were made to the old house, and from the old house, and then
the little boy went over there again.
The carved trumpeters blew, "Trateratra! There is the little boy! Trateratra!"
and the swords and armor on the knights' portraits rattled, and the silk gowns
rustled; the hog's leather spoke, and the old chairs had the gout in their
Fairy Tales |
