|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
A philosophical mind is but an accident. He reproduced exactly the
familiar bust of the immortal sage, if you will imagine the bust
with a high top hat riding far on the back of the head, and a black
coat over the shoulders. As I never saw him except from the other
side of the long official counter bearing the five writing desks of
the five Shipping Masters, Mr. Powell has remained a bust to me."
Our new acquaintance advanced now from the mantelpiece with his pipe
in good working order.
"What was the most remarkable about Powell," he enunciated
dogmatically with his head in a cloud of smoke, "is that he should
have had just that name. You see, my name happens to be Powell
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall:
least of all, with my own part in it. This discontent affected me
for some days, during which I wrote to Faraday, giving him no
details, but expressing, in a general way, my dissatisfaction.
I give the following extract from his reply:--
'Sydenham, Oct. 6, 1855.
'My Dear Tyndall,--These great meetings, of which I think very well
altogether, advance science chiefly by bringing scientific men
together and making them to know and be friends with each other;
and I am sorry when that is not the effect in every part of their
course. I know nothing except from what you tell me, for I have not
yet looked at the reports of the proceedings; but let me, as an old
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous by Oscar Wilde:
The son of the Praefect slew himself in my honour, and the Tetrarch
of Cilicia scourged himself for my pleasure before my slaves.
The King of Hierapolis who is a priest and a robber set carpets for
me to walk on.
Sometimes I sit in the circus and the gladiators fight beneath me.
Once a Thracian who was my lover was caught in the net. I gave the
signal for him to die and the whole theatre applauded. Sometimes I
pass through the gymnasium and watch the young men wrestling or in
the race. Their bodies are bright with oil and their brows are
wreathed with willow sprays and with myrtle. They stamp their feet
on the sand when they wrestle and when they run the sand follows