|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard:
"I don't know, Baas," he answered. "I hope not; after we have gone
through so much it would be a pity. Better to have died at the
beginning of the battle."
I nodded my head in assent, and just at that moment a Zulu, who had very
evidently been fighting, entered the place carrying a dish of toasted
lumps of beef and a gourd of water.
"Cetewayo sends you these, Macumazahn," he said, "and is sorry that
there is no milk or beer. When you have eaten a guard waits without to
escort you to him." And he went.
"Well," I said to Scowl, "if they were going to kill us, they would
Child of Storm
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Oedipus Trilogy by Sophocles:
I go, but first will tell thee why I came.
Thy frown I dread not, for thou canst not harm me.
Hear then: this man whom thou hast sought to arrest
With threats and warrants this long while, the wretch
Who murdered Laius--that man is here.
He passes for an alien in the land
But soon shall prove a Theban, native born.
And yet his fortune brings him little joy;
For blind of seeing, clad in beggar's weeds,
For purple robes, and leaning on his staff,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes:
here speaking of Don Fernando, who, like a gentleman of his rank,
was very likely perfumed as Sancho said.
"Marvel not at that, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote; "for let
me tell thee devils are crafty; and even if they do carry odours about
with them, they themselves have no smell, because they are spirits;
or, if they have any smell, they cannot smell of anything sweet, but
of something foul and fetid; and the reason is that as they carry hell
with them wherever they go, and can get no ease whatever from their
torments, and as a sweet smell is a thing that gives pleasure and
enjoyment, it is impossible that they can smell sweet; if, then,
this devil thou speakest of seems to thee to smell of amber, either