| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: by in the dark of night, I heard one crying out, 'I have done all. It
helps nothing! My speaking well of him helps me nothing! If I share my
heart's blood with him, is the burning within me less? I cannot forgive; I
cannot forgive! Oh, God, I cannot forgive!'
"I said to him, 'See here, look back on all your past. See from your
childhood all smallness, all indirectness that has been yours; look well at
it, and in its light do you not see every man your brother? Are you so
sinless you have right to hate?'
"He looked, and said, 'Yes, you are right; I too have failed, and I forgive
my fellow. Go, I am satisfied; I have forgiven;' and he laid him down
peacefully and folded his hands on his breast, and I thought it was well
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lesser Hippias by Plato: greatest differences in dramatic power, in the formation of sentences, and
in the use of words, if his earlier writings are compared with his later
ones, say the Protagoras or Phaedrus with the Laws. Or who can be expected
to think in the same manner during a period of authorship extending over
above fifty years, in an age of great intellectual activity, as well as of
political and literary transition? Certainly not Plato, whose earlier
writings are separated from his later ones by as wide an interval of
philosophical speculation as that which separates his later writings from
Aristotle.
The dialogues which have been translated in the first Appendix, and which
appear to have the next claim to genuineness among the Platonic writings,
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: -- it must not fail to reach Wilhelmstal. Tarzan was now a
foot or two ahead of her as the path was very narrow. Cau-
tiously she drew her pistol. A single shot would suffice and
he was so close that she could not miss. As she figured it all
out her eyes rested on the brown skin with the graceful
muscles rolling beneath it and the perfect limbs and head
and the carriage that a proud king of old might have envied.
A wave of revulsion for her contemplated act surged through
her. No, she could not do it -- yet, she must be free and she
must regain possession of the locket. And then, almost blindly,
she swung the weapon up and struck Tarzan heavily upon the
Tarzan the Untamed |
