| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ion by Plato: not by art or knowledge about Homer do you say what you say, but by divine
inspiration and by possession; just as the Corybantian revellers too have a
quick perception of that strain only which is appropriated to the God by
whom they are possessed, and have plenty of dances and words for that, but
take no heed of any other. And you, Ion, when the name of Homer is
mentioned have plenty to say, and have nothing to say of others. You ask,
'Why is this?' The answer is that you praise Homer not by art but by
divine inspiration.
ION: That is good, Socrates; and yet I doubt whether you will ever have
eloquence enough to persuade me that I praise Homer only when I am mad and
possessed; and if you could hear me speak of him I am sure you would never
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: the bedside yet. We took care of that."
Again Rhoda Gray made no comment. She wondered, as she gripped at
the rings and brooches in hand, so fiercely that the settings
pricked into the flesh, if her face mirrored in any way the cold,
sick misery that had suddenly taken possession of her soul. The
Sparrow! She knew the Sparrow; she knew the Sparrow's sick mother.
That part of it was true. The Sparrow did have an old mother who
was sick. A fine old lady - finer than the son - Finch, her name
was. Indirectly, she knew old Hayden-Bond, the millionaire, and
- Almost subconsciously she was aware that Danglar was speaking
again.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: from him. I had written asking him if he had heard, and he said the enclosed
had just been received. It is only a line dated from Castle Dracula,
and says that he is just starting for home. That is not like Jonathan.
I do not understand it, and it makes me uneasy.
Then, too, Lucy , although she is so well, has lately taken to her old
habit of walking in her sleep. Her mother has spoken to me about it,
and we have decided that I am to lock the door of our room every night.
Mrs. Westenra has got an idea that sleep-walkers always go out on roofs
of houses and along the edges of cliffs and then get suddenly wakened
and fall over with a despairing cry that echoes all over the place.
Poor dear, she is naturally anxious about Lucy, and she tells
Dracula |
