|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
had sea-green hair, another a bodice of oak bark, a third
sprinkled a shower of water drops from her fingers' ends, and
the fourth had some other oddity, which I have forgotten), all
these followed behind, and hurried the guests along, until they
entered a magnificent saloon. It was built in a perfect oval,
and lighted from a crystal dome above. Around the walls were
ranged two and twenty thrones, overhung by canopies of crimson
and gold, and provided with the softest of cushions, which were
tasselled and fringed with gold cord. Each of the strangers was
invited to sit down; and there they were, two and twenty storm-
beaten mariners, in worn and tattered garb, sitting on two and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
would she let him forget. Back again he had to torture himself
into a sense of his responsibility and hers. Never any relaxing,
never any leaving himself to the great hunger and impersonality
of passion; he must be brought back to a deliberate, reflective creature.
As if from a swoon of passion she caged him back to the littleness,
the personal relationship. He could not bear it. "Leave me
alone--leave me alone!" he wanted to cry; but she wanted him to
look at her with eyes full of love. His eyes, full of the dark,
impersonal fire of desire, did not belong to her.
There was a great crop of cherries at the farm. The trees at
the back of the house, very large and tall, hung thick with scarlet
Sons and Lovers
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bureaucracy by Honore de Balzac:
la Dauphine will grant you her protection, and then you could suggest
to Madame la comtesse the idea of co-operating with the wishes of her
"You ought to designate the vacant post," said Baudoyer.
"'Madame la comtesse,'" began Saillard, rising, and bowing to his
wife, with an agreeable smile.
"Goodness! Saillard; how ridiculous you look. Take care, my man,
you'll make the woman laugh."
"'Madame la comtesse,'" resumed Saillard. "Is that better, wife?"
"Yes, my duck."
"'The place of the worthy Monsieur de la Billardiere is vacant; my