|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes:
"By God I believe it," said Don Alvaro; "for you have uttered more
drolleries, my friend, in the few words you have spoken than the other
Sancho Panza in all I ever heard from him, and they were not a few. He
was more greedy than well-spoken, and more dull than droll; and I am
convinced that the enchanters who persecute Don Quixote the Good
have been trying to persecute me with Don Quixote the Bad. But I don't
know what to say, for I am ready to swear I left him shut up in the
Casa del Nuncio at Toledo, and here another Don Quixote turns up,
though a very different one from mine."
"I don't know whether I am good," said Don Quixote, "but I can
safely say I am not 'the Bad;' and to prove it, let me tell you, Senor
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac:
overspread his once rubicund countenance; it wore the peculiarly
sinister and stony look of the mysterious visitor. The sullen glare of
his eyes was intolerable, the fierce light in them seemed to scorch.
The man who had looked so good-humored and good-natured had suddenly
grown tyrannical and proud. The courtesan thought that Castanier had
grown thinner; there was a terrible majesty in his brow; it was as if
a dragon breathed forth a malignant influence that weighed upon the
others like a close, heavy atmosphere. For a moment Aquilina knew not
what to do.
"What has passed between you and that diabolical-looking man in those
few minutes?" she asked at length.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
trooper, but I cannot make out his uniform."
"Wait here," said Butzow, and slipping from his horse he
crept closer to the man, hugging the dense shadows close
to the trees.
Barney reined in nearer the low wall. From his saddle he
could see the grounds beyond through the branches of a
tree. As he looked his attention was suddenly riveted upon a
sight that sent his heart into his throat.
Three men were dragging a struggling, half-naked figure
down the gravel walk from the sanatorium toward the gate.
One kept a hand clapped across the mouth of the prisoner,
The Mad King