|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac:
repentance than you had for the insolent supposition you proclaimed at
La Vivetiere. But this is a matter beyond your comprehension. Only,
remember this, monsieur le comte, the daughter of the Duc de Verneuil
has too generous a spirit not to take a lively interest in your fate."
"Even after I have insulted you?" said the count, with a sort of
"Some are placed so high that insult cannot touch them. Monsieur le
comte,--I am one of them."
As she said the words, the girl assumed an air of pride and nobility
which impressed the prisoner and made the whole of this strange
intrigue much less clear to Hulot than the old soldier had thought it.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde:
The Critic as Artist
The Truth of Masks
THE DECAY OF LYING
A DIALOGUE. Persons: Cyril and Vivian. Scene: the Library of a
country house in Nottinghamshire.
CYRIL (coming in through the open window from the terrace). My
dear Vivian, don't coop yourself up all day in the library. It is
a perfectly lovely afternoon. The air is exquisite. There is a
mist upon the woods, like the purple bloom upon a plum. Let us go
and lie on the grass and smoke cigarettes and enjoy Nature.
VIVIAN. Enjoy Nature! I am glad to say that I have entirely lost
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini:
Diana pursed her lips. "You shall draw your own inference," quoth she.
He breathed heavily, and squared his broad shoulders, as one who braces
himself for battle against an element stronger than himself.
"But her talk of sacrifice?" he cried.
Diana laughed, and again he was stung by her contempt of his
perceptions. "Her brother is set against her marrying him," said she.
"Here was her chance. Is it not very plain?"
Doubt stared from his eyes. "Why do you tell me this?"
"Because I esteem you, Sir Rowland," she answered very gently. "I would
not have you meddle in a matter you cannot mend."
"Which I am not desired to mend, say rather," he replied with heavy