|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon:
She had never fainted in her life. It was absurd,
but the room was swimming now in a dim blur. Again she
gripped the table and set her teeth. She simply would
not give up. Why should she leap to the worst possible
explanation of the jewels? The hatred of old Ella for
Jim and the furious antagonism of Jane Anderson had
poisoned her mind, after all. It was infamous that she
could suspect her husband of crime merely because two
silly women didn't like him.
He could explain the jewels. He, of course, asked
no questions of the pawn-broker. They were probably
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac:
desert of stones, a solitude with a character of its own, an arid
spot, which could only be inhabited by beings who had either attained
to absolute nullity, or were gifted with some abnormal strength of
soul. The house in question had always been occupied by abbes, and it
belonged to an old maid named Mademoiselle Gamard. Though the property
had been bought from the national domain under the Reign of Terror by
the father of Mademoiselle Gamard, no one objected under the
Restoration to the old maid's retaining it, because she took priests
to board and was very devout; it may be that religious persons gave
her credit for the intention of leaving the property to the Chapter.
The Abbe Birotteau was making his way to this house, where he had
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
if she did. Stair after stair she climbed stealthily. Perhaps she
was safe now - it had taken her a long time to get up here to the
second floor, and there wasn't any sound yet from the street below.
And now she mounted the short, ladder-like steps to the attic, and,
feeling with her hand for the crack in the flooring under the
partition, reached in for the key. As her fingers closed upon it,
she choked back a cry. Some one had been here! A piece of paper
was wrapped around the key. What did it mean? What did all these
strange, yes, sinister, things that had happened to-night mean?
How had Rorke known that a robbery was to be committed at Skarbolov's?
Who was that man who had effected her escape, and who, she knew now,