| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: patriarchs there that ours ain't a circumstance to, for rank and
illustriousness and all that. Some were from Jupiter and other
worlds in our own system, but the most celebrated were three poets,
Saa, Bo and Soof, from great planets in three different and very
remote systems. These three names are common and familiar in every
nook and corner of heaven, clear from one end of it to the other -
fully as well known as the eighty Supreme Archangels, in fact -
where as our Moses, and Adam, and the rest, have not been heard of
outside of our world's little corner of heaven, except by a few
very learned men scattered here and there - and they always spell
their names wrong, and get the performances of one mixed up with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: perfectly clear allegorical design of The Rhine Gold, The
Valkyries, and Siegfried.
SIEGFRIED AS PROTESTANT
The philosophically fertile element in the original project of
Siegfried's Death was the conception of Siegfried himself as a
type of the healthy man raised to perfect confidence in his own
impulses by an intense and joyous vitality which is above fear,
sickliness of conscience, malice, and the makeshifts and moral
crutches of law and order which accompany them. Such a character
appears extraordinarily fascinating and exhilarating to our
guilty and conscience-ridden generations, however little they may
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: Countries, the land of pike and caliver?"
"I have been high and low, my friend, broad and wide, far and
near. But here is to thee in a cup of thy sack; fill thyself
another to pledge me, and, if it is less than superlative, e'en
drink as you have brewed."
"Less than superlative?" said Giles Gosling, drinking off the
cup, and smacking his lips with an air of ineffable relish,--"I
know nothing of superlative, nor is there such a wine at the
Three Cranes, in the Vintry, to my knowledge; but if you find
better sack than that in the Sheres, or in the Canaries either, I
would I may never touch either pot or penny more. Why, hold it
Kenilworth |
