| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: right hand, into the rock; and then, turning to the right again,
worked quite out, and made me a door to come out on the outside of
my pale or fortification. This gave me not only egress and
regress, as it was a back way to my tent and to my storehouse, but
gave me room to store my goods.
And now I began to apply myself to make such necessary things as I
found I most wanted, particularly a chair and a table; for without
these I was not able to enjoy the few comforts I had in the world;
I could not write or eat, or do several things, with so much
pleasure without a table: so I went to work. And here I must needs
observe, that as reason is the substance and origin of the
Robinson Crusoe |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: reckless limbs. The ground was fairly free of undergrowth, the anemones
sprinkled, there was a bush or two, elder, or guelder-rose, and a
purplish tangle of bramble: the old russet of bracken almost vanished
under green anemone ruffs. Perhaps this was one of the unravished
places. Unravished! The whole world was ravished.
Some things can't be ravished. You can't ravish a tin of sardines. And
so many women are like that; and men. But the earth...!
The rain was abating. It was hardly making darkness among the oaks any
more. Connie wanted to go; yet she sat on. But she was getting cold;
yet the overwhelming inertia of her inner resentment kept her there as
if paralysed.
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson: have no monopoly of literary merit. There is a sense in
which Addison is superior to Carlyle; a sense in which Cicero
is better than Tacitus, in which Voltaire excels Montaigne:
it certainly lies not in the choice of words; it lies not in
the interest or value of the matter; it lies not in force of
intellect, of poetry, or of humour. The three first are but
infants to the three second; and yet each, in a particular
point of literary art, excels his superior in the whole.
What is that point?
2. THE WEB. - Literature, although it stands apart by reason
of the great destiny and general use of its medium in the
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