|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:
Then everybody said his say. Labordette thought her extraordinarily
well preserved. Maria Blond let slip a foul expression and vexed
Lucy, who declared that one ought to honor gray hairs. All the
women, to sum up, agreed that she was a perfect marvel. Then the
company got into their conveyances again. From Chamont all the way
to La Mignotte Nana remained silent. She had twice turned round to
look back at the house, and now, lulled by the sound of the wheels,
she forgot that Steiner was at her side and that Georges was in
front of her. A vision had come up out of the twilight, and the
great lady seemed still to be sweeping by with all the majesty of a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Apology by Plato:
Some one will say: And are you not ashamed, Socrates, of a course of life
which is likely to bring you to an untimely end? To him I may fairly
answer: There you are mistaken: a man who is good for anything ought not
to calculate the chance of living or dying; he ought only to consider
whether in doing anything he is doing right or wrong--acting the part of a
good man or of a bad. Whereas, upon your view, the heroes who fell at Troy
were not good for much, and the son of Thetis above all, who altogether
despised danger in comparison with disgrace; and when he was so eager to
slay Hector, his goddess mother said to him, that if he avenged his
companion Patroclus, and slew Hector, he would die himself--'Fate,' she
said, in these or the like words, 'waits for you next after Hector;' he,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:
lacs noirs troubles par des lunes fantastiques . . . Pensez-vous
qu'il parlera encore?
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse! Je vous prie de ne
pas rester ici.
SALOME. Comme il est maigre aussi! il ressemble e une mince image
d'ivoire. On dirait une image d'argent. Je suis sure qu'il est
chaste, autant que la lune. Il ressemble e un rayon d'argent. Sa
chair doit etre tres froide, comme de l'ivoire . . . Je veux le
regarder de pres.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Non, non, princesse!
SALOME. Il faut que je le regarde de pres.