| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: "You, too, have been unhappy, Rosa? I thank you a thousand
times for this kind confession."
"Well, on the day after that unfortunate one, I went down
into the garden and proceeded towards the border where I was
to plant your tulip, looking round all the while to see
whether I was again followed as I was last time."
"And then?" Cornelius asked.
"And then the same shadow glided between the gate and the
wall, and once more disappeared behind the elder-trees."
"You feigned not to see him, didn't you?" Cornelius asked,
remembering all the details of the advice which he had given
The Black Tulip |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Crowd by Gustave le Bon: individuals of different nationality, and this occurs, however
identical in appearance be the interests which provoked the
gathering. The efforts made by the socialists to assemble in
great congresses the representatives of the working-class
populations of different countries, have always ended in the most
pronounced discord. A Latin crowd, however revolutionary or
however conservative it be supposed, will invariably appeal to
the intervention of the State to realise its demands. It is
always distinguished by a marked tendency towards centralisation
and by a leaning, more or less pronounced, in favour of a
dictatorship. An English or an American crowd, on the contrary,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anthem by Ayn Rand: to find a warrant for being. I need no
warrant for being, and no word of sanction
upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
It is my eyes which see, and the sight of
my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is
my ears which hear, and the hearing of my
ears gives its song to the world. It is my
mind which thinks, and the judgement of
my mind is the only searchlight that can
find the truth. It is my will which chooses,
and the choice of my will is the only edict
Anthem |
