| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: propositions, and the mere putting together and separating objects more or
less alike.
But I must explain my meaning more fully. I believe that the arrangement
of the groups within each class, in due subordination and relation to the
other groups, must be strictly genealogical in order to be natural; but
that the amount of difference in the several branches or groups, though
allied in the same degree in blood to their common progenitor, may differ
greatly, being due to the different degrees of modification which they have
undergone; and this is expressed by the forms being ranked under different
genera, families, sections, or orders. The reader will best understand
what is meant, if he will take the trouble of referring to the diagram in
On the Origin of Species |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: swineherd drew near and stood by, and the sound of the
hollow lyre rang around them, for Phemius was lifting up
his voice amid the company in song, and Odysseus caught the
swineherd by the hand, and spake, saying:
'Eumaeus, verily this is the fair house of Odysseus, and
right easily might it be known and marked even among many.
There is building beyond building, and the court of the
house is cunningly wrought with a wall and battlements, and
well-fenced are the folding doors; no man may hold it in
disdain. And I see that many men keep revel within, for the
savour of the fat rises upward, {*} and the voice of the
The Odyssey |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: - they are always losing their relations.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord! They are extremely fortunate in that respect.
LORD GORING. [Turns round and looks at him. PHIPPS remains
impassive.] Hum! Any letters, Phipps?
PHIPPS. Three, my lord. [Hands letters on a salver.]
LORD GORING. [Takes letters.] Want my cab round in twenty minutes.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord. [Goes towards door.]
LORD GORING. [Holds up letter in pink envelope.] Ahem! Phipps,
when did this letter arrive?
PHIPPS. It was brought by hand just after your lordship went to the
club.
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