|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling:
They were like the gentlemen, in Keats' poem, who turned well-oiled
wheels to skin other people. But Pinecoffin was just entering into
the spirit of the Pig-hunt, as Nafferton well knew he would do. He
had a fair amount of work of his own to clear away; but he sat up of
nights reducing Pig to five places of decimals for the honor of his
Service. He was not going to appear ignorant of so easy a subject
Then Government sent him on special duty to Kohat, to "inquire into"
the big-seven-foot, iron-shod spades of that District. People had
been killing each other with those peaceful tools; and Government
wished to know "whether a modified form of agricultural implement
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac:
a year; he's a peer of France; the king has made him a count; he
married Nucingen's daughter; and he is one of the two or three
statesmen produced by the revolution of July. But his fame and his
power bore him sometimes, and he comes down to laugh with us."
"Ah ca! cousin; why didn't you tell us you belonged to the
Opposition?" asked Leon, seizing Gazonal by the arm. "How stupid of
you! One deputy more or less to Right or Left and your bed is made."
"We are all for the Others down my way."
"Let 'em go," said Bixiou, with a facetious look; "they have
Providence on their side, and Providence will bring them back without
you and in spite of themselves. A manufacturer ought to be a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchesse de Langeais by Honore de Balzac:
curiosity of love might have carried me further than I ought to
go; and that next morning I might be angry with myself, and
wretched because I had gone too far? Alas! I sinned in
ignorance. I was as sincere in my wrongdoing, I swear to you, as
in my remorse. There was far more love for you in my severity
than in my concessions. And besides, of what do you complain? I
gave you my heart; that was not enough; you demanded, brutally,
that I should give my person----"
"Brutally?" repeated Montriveau. But to himself he said, "If
I once allow her to dispute over words, I am lost."
"Yes. You came to me as if I were one of those women. You