| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: sent us children she might have been kinder to me. But God has given
us a lonely house. And she has cut my heart in two. Don't let us
talk of it. I was brutal to her this evening. But I suppose when
sinners talk to saints they are brutal always. I said to her things
that were hideously true, on my side, from my stand-point, from the
standpoint of men. But don't let us talk of that
LORD GORING. Your wife will forgive you. Perhaps at this moment she
is forgiving you. She loves you, Robert. Why should she not
forgive?
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. God grant it! God grant it! [Buries his face
in his hands.] But there is something more I have to tell you,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: care twopence about her house and called the servant Gladys "Glad-eyes,"
was disgraceful. Standing on the veranda steps Mrs. Kember would call in
her indifferent, tired voice, "I say, Glad-eyes, you might heave me a
handkerchief if I've got one, will you?" And Glad-eyes, a red bow in her
hair instead of a cap, and white shoes, came running with an impudent
smile. It was an absolute scandal! True, she had no children, and her
husband...Here the voices were always raised; they became fervent. How can
he have married her? How can he, how can he? It must have been money, of
course, but even then!
Mrs. Kember's husband was at least ten years younger than she was, and so
incredibly handsome that he looked like a mask or a most perfect
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: together?--why, bless me, twenty different sorts of seasoning at one
swoop![14] First of all he mixes up actually more ingredients than the
cook himself prescribes, which is extravagant; and secondly, he has
the audacity to commingle what the chef holds incongruous, whereby if
the cooks are right in their method he is wrong in his, and
consequently the destroyer of their art. Now is it not ridiculous
first to procure the greatest virtuosi to cook for us, and then
without any claim to their skill to take and alter their procedure?
But there is a worse thing in store for the bold man who habituates
himself to eat a dozen dishes at once: when there are but few dishes
served, out of pure habit he will feel himself half starved, whilst
The Memorabilia |
