| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: to notice that it is the sanctuary of sorrow that he is gazing at.
I see a far more intimate and immediate connection between the true
life of Christ and the true life of the artist; and I take a keen
pleasure in the reflection that long before sorrow had made my days
her own and bound me to her wheel I had written in THE SOUL OF MAN
that he who would lead a Christ-like life must be entirely and
absolutely himself, and had taken as my types not merely the
shepherd on the hillside and the prisoner in his cell, but also the
painter to whom the world is a pageant and the poet for whom the
world is a song. I remember saying once to Andre Gide, as we sat
together in some Paris CAFE, that while meta-physics had but little
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: to the Sicels to sell for what they will bring."
Telemachus gave him no heed, but sate silently watching
his father, expecting every moment that he would begin his
attack upon the suitors.
Meanwhile the daughter of Icarius, wise Penelope, had had a rich
seat placed for her facing the court and cloisters, so that she
could hear what every one was saying. The dinner indeed had been
prepared amid much merriment; it had been both good and
abundant, for they had sacrificed many victims; but the supper
was yet to come, and nothing can be conceived more gruesome than
the meal which a goddess and a brave man were soon to lay before
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: my mind, surpassed anything I had imagined, or experienced in
anticipation, when planning how I should declare myself to Eunice.
Miss Ringtop was at least ten years older than I, far from handsome
(but you remember her face,) and so affectedly sentimental, that I,
sentimental as I was then, was sick of hearing her talk. Her
hallucination was so monstrous, and gave me such a shock of
desperate alarm, that I spoke, on the impulse of the moment, with
great energy, without regarding how her feelings might be wounded.
"`You mistake!' I exclaimed. `I didn't mean that,--I didn't
understand you. Don't talk to me that way,--don't look at me in
that way, Miss Ringtop! We were never meant for each other--I
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