| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: "Remaining, you mean, so ingenuous - so natural? Oh she doesn't
care a straw - she gives away because she overflows. She has her
own feelings, her own standards; she doesn't keep remembering that
she must be proud. And then she hasn't been here long enough to be
spoiled; she has picked up a fashion or two, but only the amusing
ones. She's a provincial - a provincial of genius," St. George
went on; "her very blunders are charming, her mistakes are
interesting. She has come back from Asia with all sorts of excited
curiosities and unappeased appetities. She's first-rate herself
and she expends herself on the second-rate. She's life herself and
she takes a rare interest in imitations. She mixes all things up,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbot: is an easy affair, it may be needful to point out that in actual life
most of the problems of Sight Recognition are far more
subtle and complex.
If for example, when my Father, the Triangle, approaches me,
he happens to present his side to me instead of his angle, then,
until I have asked him to rotate, or until I have edged my eye
round him, I am for the moment doubtful whether he may not be
a Straight Line, or, in other words, a Woman. Again, when I am
in the company of one of my two hexagonal Grandsons, contemplating one
of his sides (AB) full front, it will be evident from
the accompanying diagram that I shall see one whole line (AB)
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: later), and in trespass boards that used vehement language. Broken
glass, tin cans, and ashes and paper abounded. Cheap glass, cheap
tin, abundant fuel, and a free untaxed Press had rushed upon a world
quite unprepared to dispose of these blessings when the fulness of
enjoyment was past.
I suppose one might have persuaded oneself that all this was but the
replacement of an ancient tranquillity, or at least an ancient
balance, by a new order. Only to my eyes, quickened by my father's
intimations, it was manifestly no order at all. It was a multitude
of incoordinated fresh starts, each more sweeping and destructive
than the last, and none of them ever really worked out to a ripe and
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