|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Susan by Jane Austen:
seemed to have all the Vernon milkiness; but on receiving the letter in
which I declared my intention about Sir James, she actually attempted to
elope; at least, I cannot otherwise account for her doing it. She meant, I
suppose, to go to the Clarkes in Staffordshire, for she has no other
acquaintances. But she shall be punished, she shall have him. I have sent
Charles to town to make matters up if he can, for I do not by any means
want her here. If Miss Summers will not keep her, you must find me out
another school, unless we can get her married immediately. Miss S. writes
word that she could not get the young lady to assign any cause for her
extraordinary conduct, which confirms me in my own previous explanation of
it, Frederica is too shy, I think, and too much in awe of me to tell tales,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato:
Let us consider the sections of each which have the most of purity and
truth; to admit them all indiscriminately would be dangerous. First we
will take the pure sciences; but shall we mingle the impure--the art which
uses the false rule and the false measure? That we must, if we are any of
us to find our way home; man cannot live upon pure mathematics alone. And
must I include music, which is admitted to be guess-work? 'Yes, you must,
if human life is to have any humanity.' Well, then, I will open the door
and let them all in; they shall mingle in an Homeric 'meeting of the
waters.' And now we turn to the pleasures; shall I admit them? 'Admit
first of all the pure pleasures; secondly, the necessary.' And what shall
we say about the rest? First, ask the pleasures--they will be too happy to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:
Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe:
Life and these lips haue long bene seperated:
Death lies on her like an vntimely frost
Vpon the swetest flower of all the field
Nur. O Lamentable day!
Mo. O wofull time
Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile,
Ties vp my tongue, and will not let me speake.
Enter Frier and the Countie.
Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church?
Fa. Ready to go, but neuer to returne.
Romeo and Juliet