| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: and showed the crystal vase that she had brought.
"Now come," said they, "and finish the good work you have so bravely
carried on." So to the quiet tomb they went, where, like a marble
image, cold and still, the little child was lying. Then Ripple placed
the flame upon his breast, and watched it gleam and sparkle there,
while light came slowly back into the once dim eyes, a rosy glow shone
over the pale face, and breath stole through the parted lips; still
brighter and warmer burned the magic fire, until the child awoke
from his long sleep, and looked in smiling wonder at the faces bending
over him.
Then Ripple sang for joy, and, with her sister Spirits, robed the
Flower Fables |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: a total so enormous as seriously to affect the balance of the
war.
And these spurs and their retention are only the outward and
visible symbol of the obstinate resistance of the Anglican
intelligence to the clear logic of the present situation. It is
not only the external equipment of our leaders that falls behind
the times; our political and administrative services are in the
hands of the same desolatingly inadaptable class. The British
are still wearing spurs in Ireland; they are wearing them in
India; and the age of the spur has passed. At the outset of this
war there was an absolute cessation of criticism of the military
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Advancing then, he plied the spear so well,
Ladon, Demodocus, and Pheres fell.
Around his head he toss'd his glitt'ring brand,
And from Strymonius hew'd his better hand,
Held up to guard his throat; then hurl'd a stone
At Thoas' ample front, and pierc'd the bone:
It struck beneath the space of either eye;
And blood, and mingled brains, together fly.
Deep skill'd in future fates, Halesus' sire
Did with the youth to lonely groves retire:
But, when the father's mortal race was run,
Aeneid |
