|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac:
life, I think, to have prolonged these phantasmagoria for a little,
but suddenly a shrill voice clamored in my ears:
"Awake and follow me!"
A withered woman took my hand in hers; its icy coldness crept through
every nerve. The bones of her face showed plainly through the sallow,
almost olive-tinted wrinkles of the skin. The shrunken, ice-cold old
woman wore a black robe, which she trailed in the dust, and at her
throat there was something white, which I dared not examine. I could
scarcely see her wan and colorless eyes, for they were fixed in a
stare upon the heavens. She drew me after her along the aisles,
leaving a trace of her presence in the ashes that she shook from her
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fantastic Fables by Ambrose Bierce:
indecent for me to seek it; and if obtained by my own exertion it
would be no honour."
"Well," persisted the Party Manager, "you will at least, I hope,
indorse the party platform."
The Gentleman replied: "It is improbable that its authors have
accurately expressed my views without consulting me; and if I
indorsed their work without approving it I should be a liar."
"You are a detestable hypocrite and an idiot!" shouted the Party
"Even your good opinion of my fitness," replied the Gentleman,
"shall not persuade me."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott:
outside of a gentleman, and hither he came to persuade me it was
my lord's pleasure--nay, more, my wedded lord's commands--that I
should go with him to Kenilworth, and before the Queen and
nobles, and in presence of my own wedded lord, that I should
acknowledge him--HIM there--that very cloak-brushing, shoe-
cleaning fellow--HIM there, my lord's lackey, for my liege lord
and husband; furnishing against myself, Great God! whenever I
was to vindicate my right and my rank, such weapons as would hew
my just claim from the root, and destroy my character to be
regarded as an honourable matron of the English nobility!"
"You hear her, Foster, and you, young maiden, hear this lady,"