|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac:
you. He does not hear me . . . I am mad . . ."
She fell on her knees, and gazed wildly at the human wreck before
"My cup of misery is full," she said, turning her eyes upon
Eugene. "M. de Trailles has fled, leaving enormous debts behind
him, and I have found out that he was deceiving me. My husband
will never forgive me, and I have left my fortune in his hands. I
have lost all my illusions. Alas! I have forsaken the one heart
that loved me (she pointed to her father as she spoke), and for
whom? I have held his kindness cheap, and slighted his affection;
many and many a time I have given him pain, ungrateful wretch
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle:
again to the corner, still looking keenly at the houses. Finally
he returned to the pawnbroker's, and, having thumped vigorously
upon the pavement with his stick two or three times, he went up
to the door and knocked. It was instantly opened by a
bright-looking, clean-shaven young fellow, who asked him to step
"Thank you," said Holmes, "I only wished to ask you how you would
go from here to the Strand."
"Third right, fourth left," answered the assistant promptly,
closing the door.
"Smart fellow, that," observed Holmes as we walked away. "He is,
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft:
Street near the Miskatonic campus. They had organised the quest
with care, keeping in touch by means of volunteer telephone stations,
and when someone in the college district had reported hearing
a scratching at a shuttered window, the net was quickly spread.
On account of the general alarm and precautions, there were only
two more victims, and the capture was effected without major casualties.
The thing was finally stopped by a bullet, though not a fatal
one, and was rushed to the local hospital amidst universal excitement
For it had been a man. This much was clear despite
the nauseous eyes, the voiceless simianism, and the daemoniac
Herbert West: Reanimator