|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac:
and there are few indeed who would not say to themselves, as
Mademoiselle de Verneuil now thought: "To-night I shall be happy!"
That soft hope lies in every fold of silk or muslin; insensibly, the
harmony the woman makes about her gives an atmosphere of love in which
she breathes; to her these things are beings, witnesses; she has made
them the sharers of her coming joy. Every movement, every thought
brings that joy within her grasp. But presently she expects no longer,
she hopes no more, she questions silence; the slightest sound is to
her an omen; doubt hooks its claws once more into her heart; she
burns, she trembles, she is grasped by a thought which holds her like
a physical force; she alternates from triumph to agony, and without
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber:
had lifted, dropped, and, in that one look, condemned her hat,
suit, blouse, veil and tout ensemble. When you are on piece-work
you squander very little time gazing at uplift visitors in the
wrong kind of clothes.
Gladys Orton-Wells looked about the big, bright workroom. The
noonday sun streamed in from a dozen great windows. There
seemed, somehow, to be a look of content and capableness about
those heads bent so busily over the stitching.
"It looks--pleasant," said Gladys Orton-Wells.
"It ain't bad. Of course it's hard sitting all day. But I'd
rather do that than stand from eight to six behind a counter.
Emma McChesney & Co.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare:
KEEPER. Had you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?
CLARENCE. Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood
Stopp'd in my soul and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air;
But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Who almost burst to belch it in the sea.
KEEPER. Awak'd you not in this sore agony?
CLARENCE. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life.
O, then began the tempest to my soul!