| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift: fell, and hindered it from being broken on the surface of the
water. Every joint of it was well grooved; and the door did not
move on hinges, but up and down like a sash, which kept my closet
so tight that very little water came in. I got with much
difficulty out of my hammock, having first ventured to draw back
the slip-board on the roof already mentioned, contrived on
purpose to let in air, for want of which I found myself almost
stifled.
How often did I then wish myself with my dear Glumdalclitch, from
whom one single hour had so far divided me! And I may say with
truth, that in the midst of my own misfortunes I could not
Gulliver's Travels |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: Since we must expect a thickly populated city to spring up here, if
organised in the way proposed, and plots of land will become as
valuable to owners out there as they are to those who possess them in
the neighbourhood of the capital.
[63] I adopt Zurborg's correction, {prosphora} for {eisphora}, as
obviously right. See above, iv. 23.
If, at this point, I may assume my proposals to have been carried into
effect, I think I can promise, not only that our city shall be
relieved from a financial strain, but that she shall make a great
stride in orderliness and in tactical organisation, she shall grow in
martial spirit and readiness for war. I anticipate that those who are
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: Peer through the clouds as I may, I cannot even catch a glimpse of
the vanished Gross-Venediger.
1892.
AU LARGE
Wherever we strayed, the same tranquil leisure enfolded us; day
followed day in an order unbroken and peaceful as the unfolding of
the flowers and the silent march of the stars. Time no longer ran
like the few sands in a delicate hour-glass held by a fragile human
hand, but like a majestic river fed by fathomless seas. . . . We
gave ourselves up to the sweetness of that unmeasured life, without
thought of yesterday or to-morrow; we drank the cup to-day held to
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