| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell: came creeping in under cover of darkness and performed all kinds of
mischief. He stole the corn, he upset the milk-pails, he broke the eggs,
he trampled the seedbeds, he gnawed the bark off the fruit trees. Whenever
anything went wrong it became usual to attribute it to Snowball. If a
window was broken or a drain was blocked up, someone was certain to say
that Snowball had come in the night and done it, and when the key of the
store-shed was lost, the whole farm was convinced that Snowball had thrown
it down the well. Curiously enough, they went on believing this even after
the mislaid key was found under a sack of meal. The cows declared
unanimously that Snowball crept into their stalls and milked them in their
sleep. The rats, which had been troublesome that winter, were also said to
Animal Farm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: Menelaos, the powerful intervention of Achilleus appears in
far grander proportions than would otherwise be possible. As
for the embassy to Achilleus, in the ninth book, I am unable
to see how the final reconciliation with Agamemnon would be
complete without it. As Mr. Gladstone well observes, what
Achilleus wants is not restitution, but apology; and Agamemnon
offers no apology until the nineteenth book. In his answer to
the ambassadors, Achilleus scornfully rejects the proposals
which imply that the mere return of Briseis will satisfy his
righteous resentment, unless it be accompanied with that
public humiliation to which circumstances have not yet
Myths and Myth-Makers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: And I have given thee a crown that none can take away.
But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know
I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.
Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard thy sighs.
Poems of William Blake |
