|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gobseck by Honore de Balzac:
of rage or anguish in their eyes. Here they kneel--the famous artist,
and the man of letters, whose name will go down to posterity. Here, in
short' (he lifted his hand to his forehead), 'all the inheritances and
all the concerns of all Paris are weighed in the balance. Are you
still of the opinion that there are no delights behind the blank mask
which so often has amazed you by its impassiveness?' he asked,
stretching out that livid face which reeked of money.
"I went back to my room, feeling stupefied. The little, wizened old
man had grown great. He had been metamorphosed under my eyes into a
strange visionary symbol; he had come to be the power of gold
personified. I shrank, shuddering, from life and my kind.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James:
makes difficulties; not, however, that I think she cares much--
she 's a very clever woman; I 'm sure you 'll like her--
but she wants to bother them. Just now everything is en l'air."
The cheerful, off-hand tone in which her visitor related this
darkly romantic tale seemed to Gertrude very strange; but it
seemed also to convey a certain flattery to herself, a recognition
of her wisdom and dignity. She felt a dozen impressions stirring
within her, and presently the one that was uppermost found words.
"They want to dissolve her marriage?" she asked.
"So it appears."
"And against her will?"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
where Numa evidently determined to make a last stand,
taking up his position in the center of the open space,
which was far enough from any tree to render him practically
immune from the rather erratic throwing of the apes, though
Tarzan still found him with most persistent and aggravating
This, however, did not suit the ape-man, since Numa now
suffered an occasional missile with no more than a snarl,
while he settled himself to partake of his delayed feast.
Tarzan scratched his head, pondering some more effective
The Jungle Tales of Tarzan