|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ball at Sceaux by Honore de Balzac:
apparent indifference, and a woman's smile, had wrung from her one of
those sarcasms whose treacherous zest always let her astray.
"Mademoiselle," said Longueville, in a low voice, under cover of the
noise made by the ladies as they rose from the table, "no one will
ever more ardently desire your happiness than I; permit me to assure
you of this, as I am taking leave of you. I am starting for Italy in a
"With a Duchess, no doubt?"
"No, but perhaps with a mortal blow."
"Is not that pure fancy?" asked Emilie, with an anxious glance.
"No," he replied. "There are wounds which never heal."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
street. This position occasioned some rivalry among the women and they
finally decided upon Madame Aubain's yard.
Felicite's fever grew worse. She was sorry that she could not do
anything for the altar. If she could, at least, have contributed
something towards it! Then she thought of the parrot. Her neighbours
objected that it would not be proper. But the cure gave his consent
and she was so grateful for it that she begged him to accept after her
death, her only treasure, Loulou. From Tuesday until Saturday, the day
before the event, she coughed more frequently. In the evening her face
was contracted, her lips stuck to her gums and she began to vomit; and
on the following day, she felt so low that she called for a priest.
A Simple Soul
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey:
and boomed in thinner volume, and clapped weaker and weaker till
a final clap could not reach across the waiting cliff.
In the pitchy darkness Venters led Bess, and, groping his way, by
feel of hand found the entrance to her cave and lifted her up. On
the instant a blinding flash of lightning illumined the cave and
all about him. He saw Bess's face white now with dark, frightened
eyes. He saw the dogs leap up, and he followed suit. The golden
glare vanished; all was black; then came the splitting crack and
the infernal din of echoes.
Bess shrank closer to him and closer, found his hands, and
pressed them tightly over her ears, and dropped her face upon his
Riders of the Purple Sage