|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan:
very slight affair compared with Horace Innes's misery--which he did
not seem to understand. Then her soul rose up in her, brushing
everything aside, and forgetting, alas! the vow it had once made to
'I think I know,' she said. 'They are indeed foolish. They say
that we--love each other. Is not that what they say?'
He looked in amazement into her tender eyes and caught at the little
mocking smile about her lips. Suddenly the world grew light about
him, the shadows fled away. Somewhere down in the valley, he
remembered afterward, a hill-flute made music. When he spoke it was
almost in a whisper, lest he should disturb some newly perceived
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth:
now minus tools and cannot work at his own job, and does anything he
can. Spent their last twopence on a pen'orth each of tea and sugar.
In two days they had a slice of bread and butter each, that's all.
They are both very weak through want of food.
"Let things alone," the laws of supply and demand, and all the rest
of the excuses by which those who stand on firm ground salve their
consciences when they leave their brother to sink, how do they look
when we apply them to the actual loss of life at sea? Does "Let things
alone" man the lifeboat? Will the inexorable laws of political economy
save the shipwrecked sailor from the boiling surf? They often enough
are responsible for his disaster. Coffin ships are a direct result of
In Darkest England and The Way Out
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac:
certain that saints must sleep very soundly. From this business,
without any other mystery, and by a benign faculty which is the
assisting principle of spouses, the sweet and graceful plumage,
suitable to cuckolds, was placed upon the head of the good husband
without his experiencing the slightest shock.
After this sweet repast, the seneschal's lady took kindly to her
siesta after the French fashion, while Bruyn took his according to the
Saracen. But by the said siesta she learned how the good youth of the
page had a better taste than that of the old seneschal, and at night
she buried herself in the sheets far away from her husband, whom she
found strong and stale. And from sleeping and waking up in the day,
Droll Stories, V. 1