| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: luxuries most refined; and shallow, even when most acute, when
priding itself most on its knowledge of human nature, and of the
secret springs which, so it dreams, move the actions and make the
history of nations and of men. All are tempted that way, even the
noblest-hearted. ADHAESIT PAVIMENTO VENTER, says the old psalmist.
I am growing like the snake, crawling in the dust, and eating the
dust in which I crawl. I try to lift up my eyes to the heavens, to
the true, the beautiful, the good, the eternal nobleness which was
before all time, and shall be still when time has passed away. But
to lift up myself is what I cannot do. Who will help me? Who will
quicken me? as our old English tongue has it. Who will give me
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.
O God that seest it, do not suffer it;
As it is won with blood, lost be it so!
BUCKINGHAM. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity!
QUEEN MARGARET. Urge neither charity nor shame to me.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame;
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
BUCKINGHAM. Have done, have done.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: admit that this unfortunate history of the deal box should
spread, and it should be asserted that you had not
re-established the king loyally, and of your own free will,
but in consequence of a compromise entered into at
Scheveningen between you two. It would be vain for me to
declare how the thing came about, for though I know I should
not be believed, it would be said that I had received my
part of the cake, and was eating it."
Monk knitted his brow. -- "Glory, honor, probity!" said he,
"you are but empty words."
"Mist!" replied D'Artagnan; "nothing but mist, through which
Ten Years Later |
