|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
above all, a virgin heart. In a word, if a young angel just from
paradise, yet dressed in earthly fashion, had come and offered me
her hand, it is by no means certain that I should have taken it.
There was every chance of my becoming a most miserable old
bachelor, when, by the best luck in the world, I made a journey
into another state, and was smitten by, and smote again, and
wooed, won, and married, the present Mrs. Bullfrog, all in the
space of a fortnight. Owing to these extempore measures, I not
only gave my bride credit for certain perfections which have not
as yet come to light, but also overlooked a few trifling defects,
which, however, glimmered on my perception long before the close
Mosses From An Old Manse
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad:
his heavy overcoat hanging open, his eyes on the ground.
He closed the door behind their backs with restrained violence,
turned the key, shot the bolt. He was not satisfied with his
friends. In the light of Mr Vladimir's philosophy of bomb throwing
they appeared hopelessly futile. The part of Mr Verloc in
revolutionary politics having been to observe, he could not all at
once, either in his own home or in larger assemblies, take the
initiative of action. He had to be cautious. Moved by the just
indignation of a man well over forty, menaced in what is dearest to
him - his repose and his security - he asked himself scornfully
what else could have been expected from such a lot, this Karl
The Secret Agent
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac:
looked at the angle of the wall where the pale flowers hung, where the
Venus-hair grew from the crevices with the bindweed and the sedum,--a
white or yellow stone-crop very abundant in the vineyards of Saumur
and at Tours. Maitre Cruchot came early, and found the old wine-grower
sitting in the fine June weather on the little bench, his back against
the division wall of the garden, engaged in watching his daughter.
"What may you want, Maitre Cruchot?" he said, perceiving the notary.
"I came to speak to you on business."
"Ah! ah! have you brought some gold in exchange for my silver?"
"No, no, I have not come about money; it is about your daughter
Eugenie. All the town is talking of her and you."