| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: enslaved him, then Tydomin, then Spadevil, and lastly Catice. They
had forced him to murder and violate; he had guessed nothing, but had
imagined that he was travelling as a free and enlightened stranger.
What was this nightmare journey for - and would it continue, in the
same way? ...
The silence of the forest was so intense that he heard no sound
except the pumping of blood through his arteries.
Putting his hand to his face, he found that his remaining probe had
disappeared and that he was in possession of three eyes. The third
eye was on his forehead, where the old sorb had been. He could not
guess its use. He still had his third arm, but it was nerveless.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: all wounded and sick at heart, to have his bruises healed and his
courage revived at Naples, where the Prince and Princess had been
reinstated in their place and rights on the King's accession. This, in
the midst of his warfare, was a respite full of delights; he spent
three months at the Villa Gandolphini, rocked in hope.
Rodolphe then began again to construct his fortune. His talents were
already known; he was about to attain the desires of his ambition; a
high position was promised him as the reward of his zeal, his
devotion, and his past services, when the storm of July 1830 broke,
and again his bark was swamped.
She, and God! These are the only witnesses of the brave efforts, the
Albert Savarus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon: Plat. "Ion," 538 C.
[13] "My culinary skill."
Here Charmides exclaimed: Good sirs, let me explain. Niceratus is
anxious to go home, redolent of onions, so that his fair lady may
persuade herself, it never entered into anybody's head to kiss her
lord.[14]
[14] See Shakesp. "Much Ado," v. 2. 51 foll.; "Mids. N. D." iv. 2.
Bless me, that isn't all (continued Socrates); if we do not take care,
we shall win ourselves a comic reputation.[15] A relish must it be, in
very truth, that can sweeten cup as well as platter, this same onion;
and if we are to take to munching onions for desert, see if somebody
The Symposium |
