|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac:
Such little details often drew tears to the eyes of the countess. A
single sensation, which is perhaps all-powerful in some rare
organizations, will give an idea of Laurence's emotions; it may be
perceived by recalling the perfect unison of two fine voices (like
those of Malibran and Sontag) in some harmonious /duo/, or the
blending of two instruments touched by the hand of genius, their
melodious tones entering the soul like the passionate sighing of one
heart. Sometimes, seeing the Marquis de Simeuse buried in an arm-chair
and glancing from time to time with deepest melancholy at his brother
and Laurence who were talking and laughing, the abbe believed him
capable of making the great sacrifice; presently, however, the priest
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad:
corners of the three provinces; and the Marshal of the Nobility
(ex-officio guardian of all well-born orphans) called a meeting
of landowners to "ascertain in a friendly way how the
misunderstanding between X and his stepsons had arisen and devise
proper measures to remove the same." A deputation to that effect
visited X, who treated them to excellent wines, but absolutely
refused his ear to their remonstrances. As to the proposals for
arbitration he simply laughed at them; yet the whole province
must have been aware that fourteen years before, when he married
the widow, all his visible fortune consisted (apart from his
social qualities) in a smart four-horse turn-out with two
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll:
"We are much indebted to you!" the Professor said, looking over his
"Don't mention it!" replied the officer, raising his hat as a parting
"What number did you say!" the Professor called from the distance.
The officer made a trumpet of his two hands. "Forty!" he shouted in
stentorian tones. "And not piano, by any means!" he added to himself.
"It's a mad world, my masters, a mad world!" He lit another cigar,
and strolled on towards his hotel.
"What a lovely evening!" I said, joining him as he passed me.
"Lovely indeed," he said. "Where did you come from?
Sylvie and Bruno