|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato:
into them the cut portions of the food; and so the streams of food are kept
flowing through the whole body in all animals. And fresh cuttings from
kindred substances, whether the fruits of the earth or herb of the field,
which God planted to be our daily food, acquire all sorts of colours by
their inter-mixture; but red is the most pervading of them, being created
by the cutting action of fire and by the impression which it makes on a
moist substance; and hence the liquid which circulates in the body has a
colour such as we have described. The liquid itself we call blood, which
nourishes the flesh and the whole body, whence all parts are watered and
empty places filled.
Now the process of repletion and evacuation is effected after the manner of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde:
right to look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it
page by page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there
is not a word of truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in
dranver. As the does so, starts and takes out another book.] A
second book - private - locked! [Tries to open it, but fails.
Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book.
Begins to start at the first page.] 'Mrs. Erlynne - œ600 - Mrs.
Erlynne - œ700 - Mrs. Erlynne - œ400.' Oh! it is true! It is
true! How horrible! [Throws book on floor.] [Enter LORD
LORD WINDERMERE. Well, dear, has the fan been sent home yet?
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
mother empty. That, he felt, would disappoint her, and he would
have died rather.
"Good gracious!" she would exclaim as the lads came in,
late, and tired to death, and hungry, "wherever have you been?"
"Well," replied Paul, "there wasn't any, so we went over
Misk Hills. And look here, our mother!"
She peeped into the basket.
"Now, those are fine ones!" she exclaimed.
"And there's over two pounds-isn't there over two pounds"?
She tried the basket.
"Yes," she answered doubtfully.
Sons and Lovers