| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Common Sense by Thomas Paine: England is, at this time, proudly coveting what would do her no good,
were she to accomplish it; and the Continent hesitating on a matter,
which will be her final ruin if neglected. It is the commerce
and not the conquest of America, by which England is to he benefited,
and that would in a great measure continue, were the countries
as independant of each other as France and Spain; because in many articles,
neither can go to a better market. But it is the independance of this country
on Britain or any other, which is now the main and only object worthy
of contention, and which, like all other truths discovered by necessity,
will appear clearer and stronger every day.
First. Because it will come to that one time or other.
Common Sense |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: a bench along the wall, talking and jesting with some who stood
by, when of a sudden his heart gave a great leap within him.
It was Walter Blunt. He came walking in at the door as if nothing
had passed, and at his unexpected coming the hubbub of talk and
laughter was suddenly checked. Even Myles stopped in his speech
for a moment, and then continued with a beating heart and a
carelessness of manner that was altogether assumed. In his hand
Blunt carried the house orders for the day, and without seeming
to notice Myles, he opened it and read the list of those called
upon for household service.
Myles had risen, and was now standing listening with the others.
Men of Iron |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: autour de ton cou. Je n'aime pas tes cheveux . . . C'est de ta
bouche que je suis amoureuse, Iokanaan. Ta bouche est comme une
bande d'ecarlate sur une tour d'ivoire. Elle est comme une pomme de
grenade coupee par un couteau d'ivoire. Les fleurs de grenade qui
fleurissent dans les jardins de Tyr et sont plus rouges que les
roses, ne sont pas aussi rouges. Les cris rouges des trompettes qui
annoncent l'arrivee des rois, et font peur e l'ennemi ne sont pas
aussi rouges. Ta bouche est plus rouge que les pieds de ceux qui
foulent le vin dans les pressoirs. Elle est plus rouge que les
pieds des colombes qui demeurent dans les temples et sont nourries
par les pretres. Elle est plus rouge que les pieds de celui qui
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