|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:
of showing what he could do; and I was instructed accordingly.
Look at the influence that man must have. Is it not frightful?'
They both agreed it was frightful, then made several bizarre remarks:
`Make rain and fine weather--one man--the Council--by the nose'--
bits of absurd sentences that got the better of my drowsiness,
so that I had pretty near the whole of my wits about me when the
uncle said, `The climate may do away with this difficulty for you.
Is he alone there?' `Yes,' answered the manager; `he sent
his assistant down the river with a note to me in these terms:
"Clear this poor devil out of the country, and don't
bother sending more of that sort. I had rather be alone
Heart of Darkness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil:
Come rolling shoreward from the Ionian sea.
Not that all soils can all things bear alike.
Willows by water-courses have their birth,
Alders in miry fens; on rocky heights
The barren mountain-ashes; on the shore
Myrtles throng gayest; Bacchus, lastly, loves
The bare hillside, and yews the north wind's chill.
Mark too the earth by outland tillers tamed,
And Eastern homes of Arabs, and tattooed
Geloni; to all trees their native lands
Allotted are; no clime but India bears
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
fungus crop, were to Amyas simply, as he expressed it, "wind and
moonshine;" and he treated his cousin as a sort of harmless
lunatic, and, as they say in Devon, "half-baked." And Eustace knew
it; and knew, too, that his cousin did him an injustice. "He used
to undervalue me," said he to himself; "let us see whether he does
not find me a match for him now." And then went off into an agony
of secret contrition for his self-seeking and his forgetting that
"the glory of God, and not his own exaltation," was the object of
There, dear readers, Ex pede Herculem; I cannot tire myself or you
(especially in this book) with any wire-drawn soul-dissections. I