| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Court Life in China by Isaac Taylor Headland: prison, never again to occupy the throne. His prison was his
winter palace, where, for many months, he was confined in a
gilded cage of a house, on a small island, with the Empress
Dowager's eunuchs to guard him. These were changed daily lest
they might sympathize with their unhappy monarch and devise some
means for his liberation. Each day when the guard was changed,
the drawbridge connecting the island with the mainland was
removed, leaving the Emperor to wander about in the court of his
palace-prison, or sit on the southern terrace where it overlooked
the lotus lake, waiting, hoping and perhaps expecting that his
last appeal to Kang Yu-wei in which he said: "My heart is filled
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: Admiration! _[Taking up his tablets]_ What was it? "Suspend your
admiration for a space--"
THE LADY. A very vile jingle of esses. I said "Season your--"
THE MAN. _[hastily]_ Season: ay, season, season, season. Plague on
my memory, my wretched memory! I must een write it down. _[He begins
to write, but stops, his memory failing him]._ Yet tell me which was
the vile jingle? You said very justly: mine own ear caught it even
as my false tongue said it.
THE LADY. You said "for a space." I said "for a while."
THE MAN. "For a while" _[he corrects it]._ Good! _[Ardently]_ And
now be mine neither for a space nor a while, but for ever.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: retained in the Subconscious Mind-his fights, his
struggles, his falls, his recoveries. And his dreams
and nightmares are racial memories of these things.
Snores are the language in which he expresses them.
Interpret the Snore, and you have the psychic his-
tory of the ascent of man from Caliban to Shake-
speare!
"And I can interpret it! I have listened to a
million Snores, and learned the language of the
Soul! Night after night, for years, I harked to
the Human Snore -- in summer, hastening from
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