|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare:
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
Edg. [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!
Enter Fool [from the hovel].
Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help
Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?
Fool. A spirit, a spirit! He says his name's poor Tom.
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw?
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde:
in England, but only because we have returned to the method and
spirit of the East. Our rugs and carpets of twenty years ago, with
their solemn depressing truths, their inane worship of Nature,
their sordid reproductions of visible objects, have become, even to
the Philistine, a source of laughter. A cultured Mahomedan once
remarked to us, "You Christians are so occupied in misinterpreting
the fourth commandment that you have never thought of making an
artistic application of the second." He was perfectly right, and
the whole truth of the matter is this: The proper school to learn
art in is not Life but Art.'
And now let me read you a passage which seems to me to settle the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard:
I obeyed, not without difficulty, and we went to find Retief.
At the moment he was standing alone, watching two wagons that had just
trekked away. These contained his wife with other members of his
family, and some friends whom he was sending, under the charge of the
Heer Smit, to a place called Doornkop, that lay at a distance of fifteen
miles or more. At this Doornkop he had already caused a rough house, or
rather shed, to be built for the Vrouw Retief's occupation, thinking
that she would be more comfortable and perhaps safer there during his
absence than at the crowded camp in a wagon.
"Allemachte! Allan," he said, catching sight of me, "my heart is sore; I