|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne:
grammatically must have been proved to have gone along with it.--Right,
answered Kysarcius; and of this, brother Didius, we have an instance in a
decree of the decretals of Pope Leo the IIId.--But my brother's child,
cried my uncle Toby, has nothing to do with the Pope--'tis the plain child
of a Protestant gentleman, christen'd Tristram against the wills and wishes
both of his father and mother, and all who are a-kin to it.--
If the wills and wishes, said Kysarcius, interrupting my uncle Toby, of
those only who stand related to Mr. Shandy's child, were to have weight in
this matter, Mrs. Shandy, of all people, has the least to do in it.--My
uncle Toby lay'd down his pipe, and my father drew his chair still closer
to the table, to hear the conclusion of so strange an introduction.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil:
And gnaws, ev'n to the bones, the last remains.
Let her the causes of her hatred tell;
But you can witness its effects too well.
You saw the storm she rais'd on Libyan floods,
That mix'd the mounting billows with the clouds;
When, bribing Aeolus, she shook the main,
And mov'd rebellion in your wat'ry reign.
With fury she possess'd the Dardan dames,
To burn their fleet with execrable flames,
And forc'd Aeneas, when his ships were lost,
To leave his foll'wers on a foreign coast.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson:
Gawain, surnamed The Courteous, fair and strong,
And after Lancelot, Tristram, and Geraint
And Gareth, a good knight, but therewithal
Sir Modred's brother, and the child of Lot,
Nor often loyal to his word, and now
Wroth that the King's command to sally forth
In quest of whom he knew not, made him leave
The banquet, and concourse of knights and kings.
So all in wrath he got to horse and went;
While Arthur to the banquet, dark in mood,
Past, thinking 'Is it Lancelot who hath come