|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac:
lover, may be carried off her feet in the course of a few hours by a
fancy, an internal whirlwind of which God alone would ever know the
"Why," said he, "is not that the key to all the adventures we have
talked over these three days past?"
For these three days, indeed, Dinah's lively imagination had been full
of the most insidious romances, and the conversation of the two
Parisians had affected the woman as the most mischievous reading might
have done. Lousteau watched the effects of this clever manoeuvre, to
seize the moment when his prey, whose readiness to be caught was
hidden under the abstraction caused by irresolution, should be quite
The Muse of the Department
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum:
chance to lead some of them to my Cave of Repentance."
"Do you never repent, yourself?" asked Santa Claus, curiously.
"Oh, yes, indeed," answered the Daemon. "I am even now repenting that
I assisted in your capture. Of course it is too late to remedy the
evil that has been done; but repentance, you know, can come only after
an evil thought or deed, for in the beginning there is nothing to
"So I understand," said Santa Claus. "Those who avoid evil need never
visit your cave."
"As a rule, that is true," replied the Daemon; "yet you, who have done
no evil, are about to visit my cave at once; for to prove that I sincerely
A Kidnapped Santa Claus
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad:
lamp standing near the edge of the table fell from above straight
on the stony empty stare of these eyes which naturally had a mobile
and merry expression.
Byrne turned his own away from them. Tom's black silk neckerchief
was not knotted on his breast. It was gone. The murderers had
also taken off his shoes and stockings. And noticing this
spoliation, the exposed throat, the bare up-turned feet, Byrne felt
his eyes run full of tears. In other respects the seaman was fully
dressed; neither was his clothing disarranged as it must have been
in a violent struggle. Only his checked shirt had been pulled a
little out the waistband in one place, just enough to ascertain
Within the Tides