|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Apology by Plato:
regarded as fated,--and I think that they are well.
And now, O men who have condemned me, I would fain prophesy to you; for I
am about to die, and in the hour of death men are gifted with prophetic
power. And I prophesy to you who are my murderers, that immediately after
my departure punishment far heavier than you have inflicted on me will
surely await you. Me you have killed because you wanted to escape the
accuser, and not to give an account of your lives. But that will not be as
you suppose: far otherwise. For I say that there will be more accusers of
you than there are now; accusers whom hitherto I have restrained: and as
they are younger they will be more inconsiderate with you, and you will be
more offended at them. If you think that by killing men you can prevent
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll:
"The Badgers did not care to talk to Fish:
They did not dote on Herrings' songs:
They never had experienced the dish
To which that name belongs:
And oh, to pinch their tails,' (this was their wish,)
'With tongs, yea, tongs, and tongs!'"
I ought to mention that he marked the parenthesis, in the air, with his
finger. It seemed to me a very good plan. You know there's no sound
to represent it--any more than there is for a question.
Suppose you have said to your friend "You are better to-day," and that
you want him to understand that you are asking him a question, what can
Sylvie and Bruno
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac:
amazement. "Are there not duels every morning in Paris?" added
"I will go with you, Victorine," said Mme. Couture, and the two
women hurried away at once without either hats or shawls. But
before she went, Victorine, with her eyes full of tears, gave
Eugene a glance that said--"How little I thought that our
happiness should cost me tears!"
"Dear me, you are a prophet, M. Vautrin," said Mme. Vauquer.
"I am all sorts of things," said Vautrin.
"Queer, isn't it?" said Mme. Vauquer, stringing together a
succession of commonplaces suited to the occasion. "Death takes