| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: 2. "Oecophora."--This larva is similar in size to that of Anobium,
but can be distinguished at once by having legs. It is a caterpillar,
with six legs upon its thorax and eight sucker-like protuberances
on its body, like a silk-worm. It changes into a chrysalis,
and then assumes its perfect shape as a small brown moth.
The species that attacks books is the OEcophora pseudospretella.
It loves damp and warmth, and eats any fibrous material.
This caterpillar is quite unlike any garden species, and, excepting
the legs, is very similar in appearance and size to the Anobium. It is
about half-inch long, with a horny head and strong jaws.
To printers' ink or writing ink he appears to have no great dislike,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: SA1 20:6 If thy father at all miss me, then say, David earnestly asked
leave of me that he might run to Bethlehem his city: for there is a
yearly sacrifice there for all the family.
SA1 20:7 If he say thus, It is well; thy servant shall have peace: but
if he be very wroth, then be sure that evil is determined by him.
SA1 20:8 Therefore thou shalt deal kindly with thy servant; for thou
hast brought thy servant into a covenant of the LORD with thee:
notwithstanding, if there be in me iniquity, slay me thyself; for why
shouldest thou bring me to thy father?
SA1 20:9 And Jonathan said, Far be it from thee: for if I knew
certainly that evil were determined by my father to come upon thee, then
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: She said; and straight her arms, of snowy hue,
About her unresolving husband threw.
Her soft embraces soon infuse desire;
His bones and marrow sudden warmth inspire;
And all the godhead feels the wonted fire.
Not half so swift the rattling thunder flies,
Or forky lightnings flash along the skies.
The goddess, proud of her successful wiles,
And conscious of her form, in secret smiles.
Then thus the pow'r, obnoxious to her charms,
Panting, and half dissolving in her arms:
Aeneid |
