| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: spurned himself, as it were, for the meanness, in which he had
wallowed that night. How firm he had been! how kind! how
masterful!--pluming himself on his man's strength, while he held
her in his power as one might hold an insect, played with her
shrinking woman's nature, and trampled it under his feet, coldly
and quietly! She was in his way, and he had put her aside. How
the fine subtile spirit had risen up out of its agony of shame,
and scorned him! How it had flashed from the puny frame standing
there in the muddy road despised and jeered at, and calmly judged
him! He might go from her as he would, toss her off like a
worn-out plaything, but he could not blind her: let him put on
Margret Howth: A Story of To-day |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson: If he shall ever be the Duke of Stratford.
And my words are no shadow on your town --
Far from it; for one town's as like another
As all are unlike London. Oh, he knows it, --
And there's the Stratford in him; he denies it,
And there's the Shakespeare in him. So, God help him!
I tell him he needs Greek; but neither God
Nor Greek will help him. Nothing will help that man.
You see the fates have given him so much,
He must have all or perish, -- or look out
Of London, where he sees too many lords;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: like of whom man never saw; for they had the faces and the
hair of fair maidens, but the wings and claws of hawks; and
they snatched the meat from off the table, and flew shrieking
out above the roofs.
Then Phineus beat his breast and cried, 'These are the
Harpies, whose names are the Whirlwind and the Swift, the
daughters of Wonder and of the Amber-nymph, and they rob us
night and day. They carried off the daughters of Pandareus,
whom all the Gods had blest; for Aphrodite fed them on
Olympus with honey and milk and wine; and Hera gave them
beauty and wisdom, and Athene skill in all the arts; but when
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