| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior:
all else is folly.
Too sweet fruits--these the warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh he
woman;--bitter is even the sweetest woman.
Better than man doth woman understand children, but man is more childish
than woman.
In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play. Up then, ye
women, and discover the child in man!
A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, illumined
with the virtues of a world not yet come.
Let the beam of a star shine in your love! Let your hope say: "May I bear
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: seem. Why have they not twice as many judges?"
"Ah, madame, that would not be difficult; we should be none the worse
if they had. But when that happens, fowls will cut their teeth!"
As he heard this speech, so entirely in character with the lawyer's
appearance, the Chevalier measured him from head to foot, out of one
eye, as much as to say, "We shall easily manage him."
The Marquise looked at Rastignac, who bent over her. "That is the sort
of man," murmured the dandy in her ear, "who is trusted to pass
judgments on the life and interests of private individuals."
Like most men who have grown old in a business, Popinot readily let
himself follow the habits he had acquired, more particularly habits of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: With that he disappeared round the corner of stone wall where the canyon
divided. I wheeled and went to the right. This wing of the canyon twisted
and turned and was full of stones. A shallow sheet of water gleamed over
its colored bed of gravel. The walls were straight up, and, in places,
bulged outward. I flinched at every turn in the canyon; but, with rifle
cocked and thrust forward, I went on. The cracks in the walls, the boulders
and pieces of cliff that obstructed my path, and the occasional thickets--
all made me halt with careful step and finger on the trigger. I followed
the splashes on the stones, which told me that the bear had passed that
way. As I went cautiously on I felt a tightening at my throat. The light
above grew dimmer. When I stopped to listen it was so silent that I heard
The Young Forester |
