| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose
The fig-tree; not that kind for fruit renowned,
But such as at this day, to Indians known,
In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms
Branching so broad and long, that in the ground
The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow
About the mother tree, a pillared shade
High over-arched, and echoing walks between:
There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat,
Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds
At loop-holes cut through thickest shade: Those leaves
Paradise Lost |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: lowness and dampness almost exactly like the feeling of an
underground room where paper moulders and leaves the wall, a feeling
of ineradicable contagion in the Gothic buildings, in the narrow
ditch-like rivers, in those roads and roads of stuffy little villas.
Those little villas have destroyed all the good of the old monastic
system and none of its evil. . . .
Some of the most charming people in the world live in them, but
their collective effect is below the quality of any individual among
them. Cambridge is a world of subdued tones, of excessively subtle
humours, of prim conduct and free thinking; it fears the Parent, but
it has no fear of God; it offers amidst surroundings that vary
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: Hotchkiss had penetrated the steaming interior of the cave, and now
his voice, punctuated by the occasional thud of horses' hoofs, came
to me.
"Something light will do," he was saying. "A runabout, perhaps."
He came forward rubbing his hands, followed by a thin man in
overalls. "Mr. Peck says," he began, - "this is Mr. Peck of Peck
and Peck, - says that the place we are looking for is about seven
miles from the town. It's clearing, isn't it?"
"It is not," I returned savagely. "And we don't want a runabout,
Mr. Peck. What we require is hermetically sealed diving suit. I
suppose there isn't a machine to be had?" Mr. Peck gazed at me, in
The Man in Lower Ten |
