|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
cartridges because she was going to have a kid, and she said she couldn't
do the watering without help. So I gave them her. I never put two and two
"Well, when I heard that the Company was going to have a row with the
Matabele, I thought I'd volunteer. They said there was lots of loot to be
got, and land to be given out, and that sort of thing, and I thought I'd
only be gone about three months. So I went. I left those women there, and
a lot of stuff in the garden and some sugar and rice, and I told them not
to leave till I came back; and I asked the other man to keep an eye on
them. Both those women were Mashonas. They always said the Mashonas
didn't love the Matabele; but, by God, it turned out that they loved them
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.
THE SICK ROSE
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
Songs of Innocence and Experience
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac:
"And do I not play my man's part well?" she added, running her fingers
through her wig a la Titus, and twirling her riding switch.
"O! Mme. la Duchesse, you are an angel!" cried Chesnel, with tears in
his eyes. (She was destined always to be an angel, even in man's
attire.) "Button up your greatcoat, muffle yourself up to the eyes in
your traveling cloak, take my arm, and let us go as quickly as
possible to Camusot's house before anybody can meet us."
"Then am I going to see a man called Camusot?" she asked.
"With a nose to match his name,"[*] assented Chesnel.
[*] Camus, flat-nosed
The old notary felt his heart dead within him, but he thought it none