| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: astonished lot of birds. I gave them both barrels and dropped a
pair; got two more shots as they swung over me and dropped
another pair, and brought down a straggling single as a grand
finale. The flock, with shrill, derogatory remarks, flew in an
airline straight away. They never deviated, as far as I could
follow them with the eye. Even after they had apparently
disappeared, I could catch an occasional flash of white in the
sun.
Now the old gentleman came whooping around with long, undignified
bounds to fall on his face and seize my foot in an excess of
gratitude. He rose and capered about, he rushed out and gathered
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: old-fashioned lie.'
But before it was the Book of Moses, a model and a mercy; and this
is a book confirming it in Arabic language, to warn those who do wrong
and as glad tidings to those who do well.
Verily, those who say, 'Our Lord is God,' and then keep straight,
there is no fear for them, and they shall not be grieved. These are
the fellows of Paradise to dwell therein for aye, a recompence for
that which they have done.
We have prescribed for man kindness towards his parents. His
mother bore him with trouble and brought him forth with trouble; and
the bearing of him and the weaning of him is thirty months; until,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up tbe hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
The Waste Land |
