|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne:
instrument! of all others the most delicate! the most difficult!--how wilt
thou touch it, my dear uncle Toby?
Now, because I have once or twice said, in my inconsiderate way of talking,
That I was confident the following memoirs of my uncle Toby's courtship of
widow Wadman, whenever I got time to write them, would turn out one of the
most complete systems, both of the elementary and practical part of love
and love-making, that ever was addressed to the world--are you to imagine
from thence, that I shall set out with a description of what love is?
whether part God and part Devil, as Plotinus will have it--
--Or by a more critical equation, and supposing the whole of love to be as
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato:
no use in taking a long rough roundabout way if there be a shorter and
easier one. And I wish that you would try and remember whether you have
heard from Lysias or any one else anything which might be of service to us.
PHAEDRUS: If trying would avail, then I might; but at the moment I can
think of nothing.
SOCRATES: Suppose I tell you something which somebody who knows told me.
SOCRATES: May not 'the wolf,' as the proverb says, 'claim a hearing'?
PHAEDRUS: Do you say what can be said for him.
SOCRATES: He will argue that there is no use in putting a solemn face on
these matters, or in going round and round, until you arrive at first
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
willingness as emphatically as possible, for I had seen
enough of the brutality of the common soldiers toward their
white slaves to have no desire to start out upon a march of
unknown length, chained by the neck, and driven on by the
great whips that a score of the soldiers carried to
accelerate the speed of their charges.
About three hundred prisoners who had been housed in six
prisons at the post marched out of the gates that morning,
toward what fate and what future I could not guess. Neither
had the poor devils themselves more than the most vague
conception of what lay in store for them, except that they