| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: where you meet the people you saw at breakfast, and will see
again at lunch and dinner, is not a place to be happy in.
Besides, they had a knack of finding out my favourite <49>
seats and lounging in them just when I longed to lounge myself;
and they took books out of the library with them, and left them face
downwards on the seats all night to get well drenched with dew,
though they might have known that what is meat for roses is
poison for books; and they gave me to understand that if they
had had the arranging of the garden it would have been finished
long ago--whereas I don't believe a garden ever is finished.
They have all gone now, thank heaven, except one, so that I
Elizabeth and her German Garden |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: Again, from following cause it comes to pass
That yon swift golden hue of liquid fire
Darts downward to the earth: because the clouds
Themselves must hold abundant seeds of fire;
For, when they be without all moisture, then
They be for most part of a flamy hue
And a resplendent. And, indeed, they must
Even from the light of sun unto themselves
Take multitudinous seeds, and so perforce
Redden and pour their bright fires all abroad.
And therefore, when the wind hath driven and thrust,
Of The Nature of Things |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: several callers saw, though no one was ever admitted to the closely-boarded
upper storey. This chamber he lined with tall, firm shelving,
along which he began gradually to arrange, in apparently careful
order, all the rotting ancient books and parts of books which
during his own day had been heaped promiscuously in odd corners
of the various rooms.
'I made some use of 'em,' he would say
as he tried to mend a torn black-letter page with paste prepared
on the rusty kitchen stove, 'but the boy's fitten to make better
use of 'em. He'd orter hev 'em as well so as he kin, for they're
goin' to be all of his larnin'.'
The Dunwich Horror |
