| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: grief is likely to make the children selfish and envious and hateful,
and if they come to the Caves of the Daemons today I shall get a
chance to lead some of them to my Cave of Repentance."
"Do you never repent, yourself?" asked Santa Claus, curiously.
"Oh, yes, indeed," answered the Daemon. "I am even now repenting that
I assisted in your capture. Of course it is too late to remedy the
evil that has been done; but repentance, you know, can come only after
an evil thought or deed, for in the beginning there is nothing to
repent of."
"So I understand," said Santa Claus. "Those who avoid evil need never
visit your cave."
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: recognized only profitable facts. It was an extremely charming sphere,
the abode of all the virtues, where nothing is realized and where all
joys and sorrows are cautiously toned down into pleasures and
annoyances. In that serene region, then, where noble sentiments are
cultivated in sufficient profusion to conceal the pitiless
materialism of thoughts and aspirations Alvan Hervey and his wife
spent five years of prudent bliss unclouded by any doubt as to the
moral propriety of their existence. She, to give her individuality
fair play, took up all manner of philanthropic work and became a
member of various rescuing and reforming societies patronized or
presided over by ladies of title. He took an active interest in
Tales of Unrest |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: judge of our enterprise by my way of vindicating it; there are
wiser heads than mine at the work."
"Wiser heads than yours may lie as low," said Ratcliffe, in a
warning tone.
"Perhaps so; but no lighter heart shall; and, to prevent it being
made heavier by your remonstrances, I will bid you adieu, Mr.
Ratcliffe, till dinner-time, when you shall see that my
apprehensions have not spoiled my appetite."
CHAPTER XIII.
To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
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