| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: could meet her alone; but she avoided him, and Matrona Pavlovna
watched her closely.
CHAPTER XVII.
NEKHLUDOFF AND KATUSHA.
AND so the evening passed and night came. The doctor went to bed.
Nekhludoff's aunts had also retired, and he knew that Matrona
Pavlovna was now with them in their bedroom so that Katusha was
sure to be alone in the maids' sitting-room. He again went out
into the porch. It was dark, damp and warm out of doors, and that
white spring mist which drives away the last snow, or is diffused
by the thawing of the last snow, filled the air. From the river
Resurrection |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: less-than-enthusiastic tone. "Of course, with money I suppose I
could buy power. Which do you think I should ask for, Genie?"
"How about world peace or personal humility or an end to famine or
maybe an end to greed," suggested the genie, emphasizing the last
phrase. "Or perhaps the gift of discernment or knowledge or
spiritual enlightenment or even simple happiness."
"But with money or power I could buy or command all those," objected
the man.
"Yeah, sure," said the genie.
"Well, just give me power and I'll show you that I can have
everything else, too."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: visible urgency, and no enlightenment could possibly have reached
him. It was a pure case of profession flair - he had smelt the
coming glory as an animal smells its distant prey.
CHAPTER II.
I MAY as well say at once that this little record pretends in no
degree to be a picture either of my introduction to Mr. Paraday or
of certain proximate steps and stages. The scheme of my narrative
allows no space for these things, and in any case a prohibitory
sentiment would hang about my recollection of so rare an hour.
These meagre notes are essentially private, so that if they see the
light the insidious forces that, as my story itself shows, make at
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