|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac:
wretched state of affairs may be easily imagined. The peasant woman
watched this son of the North with the affection of a mother, with the
jealousy of a wife, and the spirit of a dragon; hence she managed to
put every kind of folly or dissipation out of his power by leaving him
destitute of money. She longed to keep her victim and companion for
herself alone, well conducted perforce, and she had no conception of
the cruelty of this senseless wish, since she, for her own part, was
accustomed to every privation. She loved Steinbock well enough not to
marry him, and too much to give him up to any other woman; she could
not resign herself to be no more than a mother to him, though she saw
that she was mad to think of playing the other part.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
go to the leader of the Spaniards and disclose to him the plan of
the ambuscade. This man had taken the bribe and started on his
errand of treachery, but his heart failed him and, returning, he
told me all. Then I caused Maxtla to be seized, and before
nightfall he had paid the price of his wickedness.
On the morning after his death the Spanish array entered the pass.
Half-way down it I met them with my five hundred men and engaged
them, but suffered them to drive us back with some loss. As they
followed they grew bolder and we fled faster, till at length we
flew down the defile followed by the Spanish horse. Now, some
three furlongs from its mouth that leads to the City of Pines, this
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells:
the drops fall, drop by drop, until he had counted twenty. Then
holding it to the bulb of his reading lamp he added the water and
stood watching the slow pearly eddies in the mixture mingle into
an opalescent uniformity. He replaced the water-bottle and stood
with the glass in his hand. But he did not drink.
He was afraid.
He knew that he had only to drink and this world of confusion
would grow transparent, would roll back and reveal the great
simplicities behind. And he was afraid.
He was afraid of that greatness. He was afraid of the great
imperatives that he knew would at once take hold of his life. He