| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare: [Exit.]
SCENE V. A public road
[Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, HORTENSIO, and SERVANTS.]
PETRUCHIO.
Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
KATHERINA.
The moon! The sun; it is not moonlight now.
PETRUCHIO.
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
KATHERINA.
The Taming of the Shrew |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: prospects. In the picture we see him sad and weary and downcast,
with the scepter falling from his nerveless grasp. It is a
pathetic quenching of a sun which had risen in such splendor.
Edward IV.; twenty-two LIGHT-BROWN squares. (Fig. 20.)
That is a society editor, sitting there elegantly dressed,
with his legs crossed in that indolent way, observing the clothes
the ladies wear, so that he can describe them for his paper and
make them out finer than they are and get bribes for it and
become wealthy. That flower which he is wearing in his
buttonhole is a rose--a white rose, a York rose--and will serve
to remind us of the War of the Roses, and that the white one was
What is Man? |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: sooner it came the sooner would its rider be gone.
The stranger was opening his saddlebag, in which were a bright French novel
and an old brown volume. He took the last and held it out to the boy.
"It may be of some help to you," he said, carelessly. "It was a gospel to
me when I first fell on it. You must not expect too much; but it may give
you a centre round which to hang your ideas, instead of letting them lie
about in a confusion that makes the head ache. We of this generation are
not destined to eat and be satisfied as our fathers were; we must be
content to go hungry."
He smiled his automaton smile, and rebuttoned the bag. Waldo thrust the
book into his breast, and while he saddled the horse the stranger made
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