| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: of La Fere streets; we saw shops, and private houses where people
were copiously dining; we saw stables where carters' nags had
plenty of fodder and clean straw; we saw no end of reservists, who
were very sorry for themselves this wet night, I doubt not, and
yearned for their country homes; but had they not each man his
place in La Fere barracks? And we, what had we?
There seemed to be no other inn in the whole town. People gave us
directions, which we followed as best we could, generally with the
effect of bringing us out again upon the scene of our disgrace. We
were very sad people indeed by the time we had gone all over La
Fere; and the CIGARETTE had already made up his mind to lie under a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: suspected he was now the owner of the stolen seven hundred and fifty
thousand francs, they admired him for his calm resignation, under bolt
and bar of the Conciergerie, believing him capable of protecting them
all.
When Monsieur Gault left the sham priest, he returned through the
parlor to his office, and went in search of Bibi-Lupin, who for twenty
minutes, since Jacques Collin had gone downstairs, had been on the
watch with his eye at a peephole in a window looking out on the
prison-yard.
"Not one of them recognized him," said Monsieur Gault, "and Napolitas,
who is on duty, did not hear a word. The poor priest all through the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: Zara--"
"Horrid fellow, and 'horrider bellow,'" put in Mistigris.
"Ha! good," said Georges, laughing.
"After being a corsair, and probably a pirate, he thought no more of
spitting a Christian on his dagger than I did of spitting on the
ground," continued Schinner. "So that was how the land lay. The old
wretch had millions, and was hideous with the loss of an ear some
pacha had cut off, and the want of an eye left I don't know where.
'Never,' said the little Diafoirus, 'never does he leave his wife,
never for a second.' 'Perhaps she'll want your services, and I could
go in your clothes; that's a trick that has great success in our
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