| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
KING EDWARD.
Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.--
Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance
Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as king;
Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: He rehearsed to me the course of a meeting at which he had been
present, and the somewhat long discourse which he had there
pronounced, calling into question the wisdom and even the good faith
of the Union delegates; and although he had escaped himself through
flush times and starvation times with a handsomely provided purse, he
had so little faith in either man or master, and so profound a terror
for the unerring Nemesis of mercantile affairs, that he could think
of no hope for our country outside of a sudden and complete political
subversion. Down must go Lords and Church and Army; and capital, by
some happy direction, must change hands from worse to better, or
England stood condemned. Such principles, he said, were growing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: together on both sides. And if she wasn't coming to him, he wouldn't
track her down. He mustn't. He must go away, till she came.
He turned slowly, ponderingly, accepting again the isolation. He knew
it was better so. She must come to him: it was no use his trailing
after her. No use!
Mrs Bolton saw him disappear, saw his dog run after him.
'Well, well!' she said. 'He's the one man I never thought of; and the
one man I might have thought of. He was nice to me when he was a lad,
after I lost Ted. Well, well! Whatever would he say if he knew!'
And she glanced triumphantly at the already sleeping Clifford, as she
stepped softly from the room.
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
