|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac:
asylum, is much the same thing. Prisoners and lunatics walk to and
fro, avoiding each other, looking up with more or less strange or
vicious glances, according to the mood of the moment, but never
cheerful, never grave; they know each other, or they dread each other.
The anticipation of their sentence, remorse, and apprehension give all
these men exercising, the anxious, furtive look of the insane. Only
the most consummate criminals have the audacity that apes the quietude
of respectability, the sincerity of a clear conscience.
As men of the better class are few, and shame keeps the few whose
crimes have brought them within doors, the frequenters of the prison-
yard are for the most part dressed as workmen. Blouses, long and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
to be your wife."
At these words Levin's face suddenly lighted up with a smile, a
smile not far from tears of emotion.
"She says that!" cried Levin. "I always said she was exquisite,
your wife. There, that's enoght, enough said about it," he said,
getting up from his seat.
"All right, but do sit down."
But Levin could not sit down. He walked with his firm tread
twice up and down the little cage of a room, blinked his eyelids
that his tears might not fall, and only then sat down to the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare:
On thee and thine this night I will inflict,
If thou my love's desire do contradict.
'For some hard-favour'd groom of thine, quoth he,
Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,
I'll murder straight, and then I'll slaughter thee
And swear I found you where you did fulfil
The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill
The lechers in their deed: this act will be
My fame and thy perpetual infamy.
'With this, I did begin to start and cry,
And then against my heart he sets his sword,