| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde: creation, Mr Irving, had his sole object been to give the public
what they wanted, could have produced the commonest plays in the
commonest manner, and made as much success and money as a man could
possibly desire. But his object was not that. His object was to
realise his own perfection as an artist, under certain conditions,
and in certain forms of Art. At first he appealed to the few: now
he has educated the many. He has created in the public both taste
and temperament. The public appreciate his artistic success
immensely. I often wonder, however, whether the public understand
that that success is entirely due to the fact that he did not
accept their standard, but realised his own. With their standard
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs: consideration, so that the first wave of triumphant
exultation with which he had viewed the finished result
of this last experiment had been succeeded by
overwhelming consternation as he saw the thing which he
had created gasp once or twice with the feeble spark of
life with which he had endowed it, and expire--leaving
upon his hands the corpse of what was, to all intent
and purpose, a human being, albeit a most grotesque and
misshapen thing.
Until nearly noon Professor Maxon was occupied in
removing the remaining stains and evidences of his
The Monster Men |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: A Project Gutenberg of Australia Etext
Title: To the Lighthouse
Author: Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
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THE WINDOW
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"Yes, of course, if it's fine tomorrow," said Mrs Ramsay. "But you'll
have to be up with the lark," she added.
To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were
settled, the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which
he had looked forward, for years and years it seemed, was, after a night's
To the Lighthouse |
