| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: Rodd's voice, Anscombe's voice and Kaatje's scream--not Heda's
but Kaatje's!
Then as I rode furiously round the last patch of intervening
trees the sound of a pistol shot. I was out of them now and saw
everything. There was the cart on the further side of a swamp.
The horses were standing still and snorting. Holding the rein of
one of the leaders was Rodd, whose horse also stood close by. He
was rocking on his feet and as I leapt from my mare and ran up, I
saw his face. it was horrible, full of pain and devilish rage.
With his disengaged hand he pointed to Anscombe sitting in the
cart and grasping a pistol that still smoked.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde: not Apollo but Marsyas. Remote from reality, and with her eyes
turned away from the shadows of the cave, Art reveals her own
perfection, and the wondering crowd that watches the opening of the
marvellous, many-petalled rose fancies that it is its own history
that is being told to it, its own spirit that is finding expression
in a new form. But it is not so. The highest art rejects the
burden of the human spirit, and gains more from a new medium or a
fresh material than she does from any enthusiasm for art, or from
any lofty passion, or from any great awakening of the human
consciousness. She develops purely on her own lines. She is not
symbolic of any age. It is the ages that are her symbols.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: circumstances and something in his manner convinced me that he
spoke the absolute truth.
He and his daughter had been asleep for two hundred and fifty
thousand years. Oh! Heavens, for two hundred and fifty thousand
years!
Chapter XIII
Oro Speaks and Bastin Argues
The reader of what I have written, should there ever be such a
person, may find the record marvelous, and therefore rashly
conclude that because it is beyond experience, it could not be.
It is not a wise deduction, as I think Bickley would admit today,
When the World Shook |
