|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac:
her so solemn that, for the first time, in her whole life, a feeling
of fear entered her soul. She struck her hands together with great
force, and said, in a voice so shaken that none but a lover could have
heard the words:--
"What misery in a word!"
"In the name of our love, what have I said?" asked Luigi Porta.
"My father," she replied, "never spoke to me of our deplorable
history, and I was too young when we left Corsica to know anything
"Are we in vendetta?" asked Luigi, trembling.
"Yes. I have heard my mother say that the Portas killed my brother and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson:
had laid the brig to, not knowing precisely where they were, and
the wind (what little there was of it) not serving well for their
true course. Some of the hands were still hearkening for
breakers; but the captain and the two officers were in the waist
with their heads together. It struck me (I don't know why) that
they were after no good; and the first word I heard, as I drew
softly near, more than confirmed me.
It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought:
"Couldn't we wile him out of the round-house?"
"He's better where he is," returned Hoseason; "he hasn't room to
use his sword."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert:
threw it upon the flames. Then the men in the red cloaks chanted the
"Homage to thee, Sun! king of the two zones, self-generating Creator,
Father and Mother, Father and Son, God and Goddess, Goddess and God!"
And their voices were lost in the outburst of instruments sounding
simultaneously to drown the cries of the victims. The eight-stringed
scheminiths, the kinnors which had ten strings, and the nebals which
had twelve, grated, whistled, and thundered. Enormous leathern bags,
bristling with pipes, made a shrill clashing noise; the tabourines,
beaten with all the players' might, resounded with heavy, rapid blows;
and, in spite of the fury of the clarions, the salsalim snapped like