|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
But at that he had to hide his face. He put his face into her bosom and
his arms enfolded her.
Spoilt their evening! Spoilt their being alone together! They would never
be alone together again.
13. BANK HOLIDAY.
A stout man with a pink face wears dingy white flannel trousers, a blue
coat with a pink handkerchief showing, and a straw hat much too small for
him, perched at the back of his head. He plays the guitar. A little chap
in white canvas shoes, his face hidden under a felt hat like a broken wing,
breathes into a flute; and a tall thin fellow, with bursting over-ripe
button boots, draws ribbons--long, twisted, streaming ribbons--of tune out
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato:
of his own philosophy. At the time of his death he left his system still
incomplete; or he may be more truly said to have had no system, but to have
lived in the successive stages or moments of metaphysical thought which
presented themselves from time to time. The earlier discussions about
universal ideas and definitions seem to have died away; the correlation of
ideas has taken their place. The flowers of rhetoric and poetry have lost
their freshness and charm; and a technical language has begun to supersede
and overgrow them. But the power of thinking tends to increase with age,
and the experience of life to widen and deepen. The good is summed up
under categories which are not summa genera, but heads or gradations of
thought. The question of pleasure and the relation of bodily pleasures to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov:
subscribed so far and what you have spent. Then inform me daily
of every fresh subscription in money or kind, and of every fresh
outlay. You will also give me, Natalie, the list of your helpers.
Perhaps they are quite decent people; I don't doubt it; but,
still, it is absolutely necessary to make inquiries."
She was silent. I got up, and walked up and down the room.
"Let us set to work, then," I said, and I sat down to her table.
"Are you in earnest?" she asked, looking at me in alarm and
"Natalie, do be reasonable!" I said appealingly, seeing from her
face that she meant to protest. "I beg you, trust my experience