|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.
Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Poems of William Blake
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac:
I'll sell my property, buy an annuity, and go back to the evil ways of
my youth--if I can."
"I saw your Madame Firmiani yesterday," went on the old fellow,
kissing the tips of his fingers, which he gathered into a bunch. "She
is charming. You have the consent and approbation of your uncle, if
that will do you any good. As to the sanction of the Church I suppose
that's useless, and the sacraments cost so much in these days. Come,
speak out, have you ruined yourself for her?"
"Ha! the jade! I'd have wagered it. In my time the women of the court
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James:
vulgarize one of the prettiest of tints. Still, she supposed
he could be trusted to give her the mere facts; and she invited
him with some eagerness to communicate them. "I suppose,
at least, they did n't turn you out from the door;" she said.
"You have been away some ten hours."
"Turn me from the door!" Felix exclaimed. "They took me to their hearts;
they killed the fatted calf."
"I know what you want to say: they are a collection of angels."
"Exactly," said Felix. "They are a collection of angels--simply."
"C'est bien vague," remarked the Baroness. "What are they like?"
"Like nothing you ever saw."