| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
III.
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.
Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf;
Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep:
Is this a Worm? I see they lay helpless & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice & rais'd her pitying head:
She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhald
In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes
Poems of William Blake |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: noses of the police, exercised with complete success his art as a
burglar, working alone, depending wholly on his own mental and
physical gifts, disposing in absolute secrecy of the proceeds of
his work, and living openly the life of a respectable and
industrious old gentleman.
All the while the police were busily seeking Charles Peace, the
murderer of Mr. Dyson. Once or twice they came near to capturing
him. On one occasion a detective who had known Peace in
Yorkshire met him in Farringdon Road, and pursued him up the
steps of Holborn Viaduct, but just as the officer, at the top of
the steps, reached out and was on the point of grabbing his man,
A Book of Remarkable Criminals |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: leathery old woman and plodded on up-stairs.
"Oh, hell, yes," called she after him. She laughed a laugh
that was like a prophetic croak. "'Oh, hell, yes,' he says, says
he, 'Oh, hell, yes.'"
There was no one in at home. The rooms showed that attempts
had been made at tidying them. Parts of the wreckage of the day
before had been repaired by an unskilful hand. A chair or two and
the table, stood uncertainly upon legs. The floor had been newly
swept. Too, the blue ribbons had been restored to the curtains,
and the lambrequin, with its immense sheaves of yellow wheat
and red roses of equal size, had been returned, in a worn and sorry
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
