| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: speak of these until, just as they were going away, Bastin paused
beneath a very beautiful portrait of my late wife, the work of an
artist famous for his power of bringing out the inner character,
or what some might call the soul, of the sitter. He stared at it
for a while in his short-sighted way, then said: "Do you know,
Arbuthnot, it has sometimes occurred to me, and never more than
at this moment, that although they were different in height and
so on, there was a really curious physical resemblance between
your late wife and the Lady Yva."
"Yes," I answered. "I think so too."
Bickley also examined the portrait very carefully, and as he
When the World Shook |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: been immense if - if his wife had not had the unlucky notion of
sewing on the address inside Stevie's overcoat. Mr Verloc, who was
no fool, had soon perceived the extraordinary character of the
influence he had over Stevie, though he did not understand exactly
its origin - the doctrine of his supreme wisdom and goodness
inculcated by two anxious women. In all the eventualities he had
foreseen Mr Verloc had calculated with correct insight on Stevie's
instinctive loyalty and blind discretion. The eventuality he had
not foreseen had appalled him as a humane man and a fond husband.
From every other point of view it was rather advantageous. Nothing
can equal the everlasting discretion of death. Mr Verloc, sitting
The Secret Agent |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: His life, that is the one thing wonder-worth;
Not how He came, but how He lived on earth.
For if gods stoop, and with quaint jugglery
Mock nature's laws, how shall that profit thee?--
The nobler lesson is that mortals can
Grow godlike through this baffled front of man!
AT LAST
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the
"true" gods of that poor race,
Unconsciously, divinest thought of each race gild-
ing its god's face.
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