| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare: Bot. Good master Mustard seede, I know your patience
well: that same cowardly gyant-like Oxe beefe
hath deuoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise
you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere
now. I desire you more acquaintance, good Master
Mustard-seede
Tita. Come waite vpon him, lead him to my bower.
The Moone me-thinks, lookes with a watrie eie,
And when she weepes, weepe euerie little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastitie.
Tye vp my louers tongue, bring him silently.
A Midsummer Night's Dream |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Damien by Robert Louis Stevenson: with that one which I dare not print; it would not need to have
been blotted away, like Uncle Toby's oath, by the tears of the
recording angel; it would have been counted to you for your
brightest righteousness. But you have deliberately chosen the part
of the man from Honolulu, and you have played it with improvements
of your own. The man from Honolulu - miserable, leering creature -
communicated the tale to a rude knot of beach-combing drinkers in a
public-house, where (I will so far agree with your temperance
opinions) man is not always at his noblest; and the man from
Honolulu had himself been drinking - drinking, we may charitably
fancy, to excess. It was to your "Dear Brother, the Reverend H. B.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: has learnt to wash, who has developed a sense of physical
honour, of cleanly temperate feeding, of time, can endure them no
more. They pass, and the clanking coal-wasting steamers will
follow them, giving place to cleaner, finer things....
But so it was I made my voyage to Africa, and came at last into a
world of steamy fogs and a hot smell of vegetable decay, and into
sound and sight of surf and distant intermittent glimpses of the
coast. I lived a strange concentrated life through all that
time, such a life as a creature must do that has fallen in a
well. All my former ways ceased, all my old vistas became
memories.
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