| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: up, and lunged for the rifle just as I reached him.
I kicked the rifle out of his band, grappled with him, and down we went
together. We wrestled and thrashed off the ledge, and when we landed in the
gravel I was on top.
"Slug him, Ken!" yelled Dick, wildly. "Oh, that's fine! Give it to him!
Punch him! Get his wind!"
Either it was a mortal dread of Greaser's knife or some kind of a new-born
fury that lent me such strength. He screeched, he snapped like a wolf, he
clawed me, he struck me, but he could not shake me off. Several times he
had me turning, but a hard rap on his head knocked him back again. Then I
began to bang him in the ribs.
The Young Forester |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon: [14] See Grote, "H. G." viii. 619 foll. Cf. Plat. "Rep." 527 D;
"Soph." 230 E.
[15] Lit. Strategoi, Hipparchs.
[16] Or, "petitioners for offices of state." Reading {spoudarkhiais}.
Whereat Socrates: When will you have done with your gibes, Callias?
Why, because you have yourself spent sums of money on Protagoras,[17]
and Gorgias, and Prodicus, and a host of others, to learn wisdom, must
you pour contempt on us poor fellows, who are but self-taught
tinkers[18] in philosophy compared with you?
[17] As to Protagoras of Abdera, Gorgias of Leontini, Prodicus of
Ceos, see Plat. "Prot." 314 C, "Rep." x. 600 C, "Apol." 19 E;
The Symposium |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: garden was one mass of gloom, like a cemetery of flowers buried in
the darkness, and she, in the chair, seemed to muse mournfully over
the extinction of light and colour. Only whiffs of heavy scent
passed like wandering, fragrant souls of that departed multitude of
blossoms. I talked volubly, jocularly, persuasively, tenderly; I
talked in a subdued tone. To a listener it would have sounded like
the murmur of a pleading lover. Whenever I paused expectantly
there was only a deep silence. It was like offering food to a
seated statue.
"I haven't been able to swallow a single morsel thinking of you out
here starving yourself in the dark. It's positively cruel to be so
'Twixt Land & Sea |
