|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
dark eyes, "I think that for all your blind scorn you judge the
man well enough to feel that you can indulge your indignation
with perfect safety. Do you hear? With perfect safety!" Directly
she had spoken she regretted these words. Really it was
unreasonable to take Mr. Travers' tricks of character more
passionately on this spot of the Eastern Archipelago full of
obscure plots and warring motives than in the more artificial
atmosphere of the town. After all what she wanted was simply to
save his life, not to make him understand anything. Mr. Travers
opened his mouth and without uttering a word shut it again. His
wife turned toward the looking-glass nailed to the wall. She
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:
has contributed to the antique ideal of friendship. He who writes
a new DE AMICITIA must find a niche for them, and praise them in
Tusculan prose. They are types fixed for all time. To censure
them would show 'a lack of appreciation.' They are merely out of
their sphere: that is all. In sublimity of soul there is no
contagion. High thoughts and high emotions are by their very
I am to be released, if all goes well with me, towards the end of
May, and hope to go at once to some little sea-side village abroad
with R- and M-.
The sea, as Euripides says in one of his plays about Iphigeneia,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen:
Swallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! My husband is come!" but it was not
the Fir Tree that they meant.
"Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said he exultingly, and spread out his
branches; but, alas, they were all withered and yellow! It was in a corner
that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel was still on
the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine.
In the court-yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at
Christmas round the Fir Tree, and were so glad at the sight of him. One of the
youngest ran and tore off the golden star.
"Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, trampling
on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet.