| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake
Macd. My Children too?
Ro. Wife, Children, Seruants, all that could be found
Macd. And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?
Rosse. I haue said
Malc. Be comforted.
Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge,
To cure this deadly greefe
Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones?
Macbeth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: of rubber trees all round that's everybody's property.
How can a man pay even the interest on his purchase money,
supposing he's bought a rubber plantation, when he has
to compete with people who've paid no purchase money at all,
but just get out as much as they like from the free forest?
You must know that that is so."
Tavender nodded eloquently. "Oh yes, I know that is so.
You can prove it by me."
Thorpe grinned a little. "As it happens, that aint what I
need to have you prove," he said, dryly. "Now WE know that
a rubber property is no good--but London doesn't know it.
The Market-Place |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: notebook, tobacco, and matches bestowed craftily in the crown of
the cork helmet escaped. The visible world was dark and
contracted. It seemed that nothing but rain could anywhere exist;
as though this storm must fill all space to the horizon and
beyond. Then it swept on and we found ourselves steaming in
bright sunlight. The dry flat prairie (if this was the first
shower for some time) had suddenly become a lake from the surface
of which projected bushes and clumps of grass. Every game trail
had become the water course of a swiftly running brook.
But most pleasant were the evenings at Juja, when, safe indoors,
we sat and listened to the charge of the storm's wild horsemen,
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