| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: Gods may have been, in the old days, we know that he
worked honestly for his living and made gifts to Mother
Church." Then they went to bed again, all except the
novice, and he sat up in the garth playing with his sword.
Then Weland said to me by the stables: "Farewell, Old
Thing; you had the right of it. You saw me come to
England, and you see me go. Farewell!"
'With that he strode down the hill to the corner of the
Great Woods - Woods Corner, you call it now - to the
very place where he had first landed - and I heard him
moving through the thickets towards Horsebridge for a
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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: to create a new world if he wishes it, or, if not, to shadow forth
the world which we already know, and of which, I fancy, we would
each one of us be wearied if Art, with her fine spirit of choice
and delicate instinct of selection, did not, as it were, purify it
for us, and give to it a momentary perfection. It seems to me that
the imagination spreads, or should spread, a solitude around it,
and works best in silence and in isolation. Why should the artist
be troubled by the shrill clamour of criticism? Why should those
who cannot create take upon themselves to estimate the value of
creative work? What can they know about it? If a man's work is
easy to understand, an explanation is unnecessary. . . .
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy: dressed in black material, and covered with beads from bonnet
to skirt, that made her glisten as if clad in chain-mail.
They cast their eyes around. The man was about to hire a fly as some others
had done, when the woman said, "Don't be in such a hurry, Cartlett. It isn't
so very far to the show-yard. Let us walk down the street into the place.
Perhaps I can pick up a cheap bit of furniture or old china. It is years
since I was here--never since I lived as a girl at Aldbrickham, and used to
come across for a trip sometimes with my young man."
"You can't carry home furniture by excursion train," said, in a thick voice,
her husband, the landlord of The Three Horns, Lambeth; for they had
both come down from the tavern in that "excellent, densely populated,
Jude the Obscure |
