| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: ass and don't meddle in what does not concern thee; and understand
with all thy five senses that everything I have done, am doing, or
shall do, is well founded on reason and in conformity with the rules
of chivalry, for I understand them better than all the world that
profess them."
"Senor," replied Sancho, "is it a good rule of chivalry that we
should go astray through these mountains without path or road, looking
for a madman who when he is found will perhaps take a fancy to
finish what he began, not his story, but your worship's head and my
ribs, and end by breaking them altogether for us?"
"Peace, I say again, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "for let me tell
Don Quixote |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: field.
Reticence such as this is seldom without a cause, nor
indeed was ours; for our requirements were those resulting from
a life-work distinctly unpopular. Outwardly we were doctors only,
but beneath the surface were aims of far greater and more terrible
moment -- for the essence of Herbert West’s existence was a quest
amid black and forbidden realms of the unknown, in which he hoped
to uncover the secret of life and restore to perpetual animation
the graveyard’s cold clay. Such a quest demands strange materials,
among them fresh human bodies; and in order to keep supplied with
these indispensable things one must live quietly and not far from
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: while the storm moaned and whistled as though it were singing some old tune.
On they flew over woods and lakes, over seas, and many lands; and beneath them
the chilling storm rushed fast, the wolves howled, the snow crackled; above
them flew large screaming crows, but higher up appeared the moon, quite large
and bright; and it was on it that Kay gazed during the long long winter's
night; while by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.
THIRD STORY. Of the Flower-Garden At the Old Woman's Who Understood Witchcraft
But what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Where could he be?
Nobody knew; nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew was, that
they had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid one, which
drove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where he was; many sad
Fairy Tales |
