|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:
HERODIAS. Je ne crois pas aux presages. Il parle comme un homme
HERODE. Peut-etre qu'il est ivre du vin de Dieu!
HERODIAS. Quel vin est-ce, le vin de Dieu? De quelles vignes
vient-il? Dans quel pressoir peut-on le trouver?
HERODE. [Il ne quitte plus Salome du regard.] Tigellin, quand tu
as ete e Rome dernierement, est-ce que l'empereur t'a parle au sujet
. . .?
TIGELLIN. A quel sujet, Seigneur?
HERODE. A quel sujet? Ah! je vous ai adresse une question, n'est-
ce pas? J'ai oublie ce que je voulais savoir.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson:
royal gibbet or the Baron's dule-tree. For the rusty blunderbuss of
Scots criminal justice, which usually hurt nobody but jurymen, became a
weapon of precision for the Nicksons, the Ellwalds, and the Crozers.
The exhilaration of their exploits seemed to haunt the memories of their
descendants alone, and the shame to be forgotten. Pride glowed in their
bosoms to publish their relationship to "Andrew Ellwald of the
Laverockstanes, called `Unchancy Dand,' who was justifeed wi' seeven
mair of the same name at Jeddart in the days of King James the Sax." In
all this tissue of crime and misfortune, the Elliotts of Cauldstaneslap
had one boast which must appear legitimate: the males were gallows-
birds, born outlaws, petty thieves, and deadly brawlers; but, according
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
from lip to ear in manifold repetition, through a series of
generations, become imbued with an effect of homely truth.
The smoke of the domestic hearth has scented them through and
through. By long transmission among household facts, they grow
to look like them, and have such a familiar way of making themselves
at home that their influence is usually greater than we suspect.
Thus it happened, that when Phoebe heard a certain noise in Judge
Pyncheon's throat, --rather habitual with him, not altogether
voluntary, yet indicative of nothing, unless it were a slight
bronchial complaint, or, as some people hinted, an apoplectic
symptom,--when the girl heard this queer and awkward ingurgitation
House of Seven Gables