|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac:
had on the 18th Brumaire against the Republic, whose product he was.
He murdered his mother on that occasion, but these royalists only seek
to recover what was theirs. I can understand that the princes and
their adherents, seeing the lists of the /emigres/ closed, mortgages
suppressed, the Catholic faith restored, anti-revolutionary decrees
accumulating, should begin to see that their return is becoming
difficult, not to say impossible. Bonaparte being the sole obstacle
now in their way, they want to get rid of him--nothing simpler.
Conspirators if defeated are brigands, if successful, heroes; and your
perplexity seems to me very natural."
"The matter now is," said Malin, "to make Bonaparte fling the head of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White:
than this, just the simple incoherent symbols of pleading; but in
such crises it is rather the soul than the tongue that speaks. His
hand met hers and closed about it. It did not respond to his grasp,
nor did it draw away, but lay limp and warm and helpless in his own.
She shook her head slowly.
"Don't you care for me, dear?" asked Orde very gently.
"I have no right to tell you that," answered she. "I have tried,
oh, so hard, to keep you from saying this, for I knew I had no right
to hear you."
Orde's heart leaped with a wild exultation.
"You do care for me!" he cried.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar:
house almost always alone. Then, when M'sieu Fortier was at home,
why, it was practice, practice all the day, and smoke, snore,
sleep at night. Altogether it was not very exhilarating.
M'sieu Fortier had played first violin in the orchestra ever
since--well, no one remembered his not playing there. Sometimes
there would come breaks in the seasons, and for a year the great
building would be dark and silent. Then M'sieu Fortier would do
jobs of playing here and there, one night for this ball, another
night for that soiree dansante, and in the day, work at his
trade,--that of a cigar-maker. But now for seven years there had
been no break in the season, and the little old violinist was
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories