|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
fiercely upon him, "or something more brutally stupid, to endure
this insult in my father's house? Let me go, Bucklaw! He shall
account to me, or, by Heavens, I will stab him where he stands!"
"You shall not touch him here," said Bucklaw; "he once gave me
my life, and were he the devil come to fly away with the whole
house and generation, he shall have nothing but fair play."
The passions of the two young men thus counteracting each other
gave Ravenswood leisure to exclaim, in a stern and steady voice:
"Silence!--let him who really seeks danger take the fitting time
when it is to be found; my mission here will be shortly
accomplished. Is THAT your handwriting, madam?" he added in a
The Bride of Lammermoor
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw:
golden red than sandy; aged between forty-five and sixty; and dressed
in frock coat and tall hat of presentable but never new appearance.
His figure was rectangular, waistless, neckless, ankleless, of middle
height, looking shortish because, though he was not particularly
stout, there was nothing slender about him. His ugliness was not
unamiable; it was accidental, external, excrescential. Attached to
his face from the left ear to the point of his chin was a monstrous
goitre, which hung down to his collar bone, and was very inadequately
balanced by a smaller one on his right eyelid. Nature's malice was so
overdone in his case that it somehow failed to produce the effect of
repulsion it seemed to have aimed at. When you first met Thomas Tyler
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare:
Now let us march to Abis' silver streams,
That clearly glide along the Champaign fields,
And moist the grassy meads with humid drops.
Sound drums & trumpets, sound up cheerfully,
Sith we return with joy and victory.
ACT III. PROLOGUE.
[Enter Ate as before. The dumb show. A Crocodile
sitting on a river's rank, and a little Snake stinging it.
Then let both of them fall into the water.]