| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: his financial worries and have an eye to the bank-book; they share
plainly in his training; they have plainly learned like him to
build the scheme of a considerate story and to arrange emotion in
progressive order; only I think they have more talent; and one
thing is beyond doubt, they can tell him a story piece by piece,
like a serial, and keep him all the while in ignorance of where
they aim. Who are they, then? and who is the dreamer?
Well, as regards the dreamer, I can answer that, for he is no less
a person than myself; - as I might have told you from the
beginning, only that the critics murmur over my consistent egotism;
- and as I am positively forced to tell you now, or I could advance
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: those who conquered and those who were conquered, that in the
children of our Prince of Wales, after 800 years, the blood of
William of Normandy is mingled with the blood of the very Harold who
fell at Hastings. And so, by the bitter woes which followed the
Norman conquest was the whole population, Dane, Angle, and Saxon,
earl and churl, freeman and slave, crushed and welded together into
one homogeneous mass, made just and merciful towards each other by
the most wholesome of all teachings, a community of suffering; and
if they had been, as I fear they were, a lazy and a sensual people,
were taught
That life is not as idle ore,
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