| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: massive-headed man, whose gray temples belied the youthful solidity of his
face.
"Who's that?" Chris whispered.
"A Mr. Barton. The train was late. That's why you didn't see him at dinner.
He's only a capitalist--water-power-long-distance-electricity-transmitter, or
something like that."
"Doesn't look as though he could give an ox points on imagination."
"He can't. He inherited his money. But he knows enough to hold on to it and
hire other men's brains. He is very conservative."
"That is to be expected," was Chris's comment. His gaze went back to the man
and woman who had been father and mother to the girl beside him. "Do you
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: Osiris knelt?
And did you watch the Egyptian melt her union
for Antony
And drink the jewel-drunken wine and bend
her head in mimic awe
To see the huge proconsul draw the salted tunny
from the brine?
And did you mark the Cyprian kiss white Adon
on his catafalque?
And did you follow Amenalk, the God of
Heliopolis?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: HOLY THURSDAY
'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
