|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac:
there bridged the mud; the following watched them inquisitively; and
some of the students envied the privileged boy who might walk with
these two great masters of speech. Finally, the Doctor took leave of
the stranger, and the ferry-boat pushed off.
At the moment when the boat was afloat on the wide river,
communicating its motion to the soul, the sun pierced the clouds like
a conflagration blazing up on the horizon, and poured forth a flood of
light, coloring slate roof-tops and humbler thatch with a ruddy glow
and tawny reflections, fringed Philippe Auguste's towers with fire,
flooded the sky, dyed the waters, gilded the plants, and aroused the
half-sleeping insects. The immense shaft of light set the clouds on
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells:
Even an indignant dissertation from Lady Marayne, a dissertation
that began with appeals and ended in taunts, did not move him.
Behind these things now was India. The huge problems of India had
laid an unshakeable hold upon his imagination. He had seen Russia,
and he wanted to balance that picture by a vision of the east. . . .
He saw Easton only once during a week-end at Chexington. The young
man displayed no further disposition to be confidentially
sentimental. But he seemed to have something on his mind. And
Amanda said not a word about him. He was a young man above
suspicion, Benham felt. . . .
And from his departure the quality of the correspondence of these
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini:
he was, he kept from his countenance all manifestation of the deep
surprise occasioned him by the advent of Mistress Westmacott, unescorted.
"He rode... at dawn?" faltered Ruth, and for a moment she stood
irresolute, afraid and pondering in the shade of the great pillared
porch. Then she took heart again. If he rode at dawn, it was not in
quest of Richard that he went, since it had been near eleven o'clock
when she had left Bridgwater. He must have gone on other business first,
and, doubtless, before he went to the encounter he would be returning
home. "Said he at what hour he would return?" she asked.
"He bade us expect him by noon, madam."
This gave confirmation to her thoughts. It wanted more than half an