| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: new King is chosen.
'"I will amend that," said the King hotly. "I will have it so that
though King, son, and grandson were all slain in one day, still the
King's peace should hold over all England! What is a man that his
mere death must upheave a people? We must have the Law."
'"Truth," said William of Exeter; but that he would have said
to any word of the King.
'The two great barons behind said nothing. This teaching was
clean against their stomachs, for when the King's peace ends, the
great barons go to war and increase their lands. At that instant we
heard Rahere's voice returning, in a scurril Saxon rhyme against
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon: "Tim." 2; lxxiii., "Dem. Enc." 36. See "Othello," iii. 3. 330:
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world;
"Antony and Cl." i. 5, 4.
[48] Cf. 1 Esdras iii. 20: "It turneth also every thought into jollity
and mirth," {eis euokhian kai euphrosunen}. The whole passage is
quoted by Athen. 504. Stob. "Fl." lvi. 17.
[49] Reading {sumposia}, cf. Theog. 298, 496; or if after Athen.
{somata} transl. "persons."
[50] Or, "if we swallow at a gulp the liquor." Cf. Plat. "Sym." 176 D.
[51] See "Cyrop." I. iii. 10, VIII. viii. 10; Aristoph. "Wasps," 1324;
The Symposium |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: down to the club quite unhappy and very much puzzled, and after
long consideration wrote her a letter, asking if I might be allowed
to try my chance some other afternoon. I had no answer for several
days, but at last I got a little note saying she would be at home
on Sunday at four and with this extraordinary postscript: "Please
do not write to me here again; I will explain when I see you." On
Sunday she received me, and was perfectly charming; but when I was
going away she begged of me, if I ever had occasion to write to her
again, to address my letter to "Mrs. Knox, care of Whittaker's
Library, Green Street." "There are reasons," she said, "why I
cannot receive letters in my own house."
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