| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: Direct to the eastern gate was bent their flight.
Adam observed, and with his eye the chase
Pursuing, not unmoved, to Eve thus spake.
O Eve, some further change awaits us nigh,
Which Heaven, by these mute signs in Nature, shows
Forerunners of his purpose; or to warn
Us, haply too secure, of our discharge
From penalty, because from death released
Some days: how long, and what till then our life,
Who knows? or more than this, that we are dust,
And thither must return, and be no more?
Paradise Lost |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ion by Plato: the bad speaker also? For if he does not know the bad, neither will he
know the good when the same topic is being discussed.
ION: True.
SOCRATES: Is not the same person skilful in both?
ION: Yes.
SOCRATES: And you say that Homer and the other poets, such as Hesiod and
Archilochus, speak of the same things, although not in the same way; but
the one speaks well and the other not so well?
ION: Yes; and I am right in saying so.
SOCRATES: And if you knew the good speaker, you would also know the
inferior speakers to be inferior?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: moonlit evening as the tourists rejoiced in the beauty that is
Venice.
But in the gondola in which Muller and Mrs. Bernauer sat there was
deep silence, silence broken only by a sobbing sigh that now and
then burst from the heart of the haggard woman. There were few
travellers entering Venice on one of its world-famous moonlit nights
who were so sad at heart as were these two.
And there were few travellers in Venice as heavy hearted as was the
man who next morning took one of the earliest boats out to the Lido.
Muller and Mrs. Bernauer were on the same boat watching him from a
hidden corner. The woman's sad eyes gazed yearningly at the haggard
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