|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot:
and some lingering red silk damask with slits in it. There were
engraved portraits of Lord Chancellors and other celebrated lawyers
of the last century; and there were old pier-glasses to reflect them,
as well as the little satin-wood tables and the sofas resembling
a prolongation of uneasy chairs, all standing in relief against
the dark wainscot This was the physiognomy of the drawing-room into
which Lydgate was shown; and there were three ladies to receive him,
who were also old-fashioned, and of a faded but genuine respectability:
Mrs. Farebrother, the Vicar's white-haired mother, befrilled and
kerchiefed with dainty cleanliness, up right, quick-eyed, and
still under seventy; Miss Noble, her sister, a tiny old lady
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas:
"And now," continued Cornelius, -- wiping away a tear which
was glistening in his eye, and which was shed much more for
that marvellous black tulip which he was not to see than for
the life which he was about to lose, -- "I have no wish
left, except that the tulip should be called Rosa
Barlaensis, that is to say, that its name should combine
yours and mine; and as, of course, you do not understand
Latin, and might therefore forget this name, try to get for
me pencil and paper, that I may write it down for you."
Rosa sobbed afresh, and handed to him a book, bound in
shagreen, which bore the initials C. W.
The Black Tulip
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne:
surmountable obstacle stopped him. Later, he would see
what it was best to do. During the ensuing day, the recent
passage of a large body of foot and horse became more and
more apparent. Smoke was seen above the horizon. The
kibitka advanced cautiously. Several houses in deserted
villages still burned, and could not have been set on fire more
than four and twenty hours before.
At last, during the day, on the 8th of September, the
kibitka stopped suddenly. The horse refused to advance.
Serko barked furiously.
"What is the matter?" asked Michael.