|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
not be fair, for no matter what the girl had done the Colonel had always been
his friend. So Alfred pulled himself together and resolved to mane a clean
breast of the whole affair.
"Col. Zane, I do not feel that I owe your sister anything, and what I am going
to tell you is simply because you have always been my friend, and I do not
want you to have any wrong ideas about me. I'll tell you the truth and you can
be the judge as to whether or not I insulted your sister. I fell in love with
her, almost at first sight. The night after the Indians recaptured your
brother, Betty and I stood out in the moonlight and she looked so bewitching
and I felt so sorry for her and so carried away by my love for her that I
yielded to a momentary impulse and kissed her. I simply could not help it.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac:
out of church Madame de Chessel naturally proposed to her neighbors to
pass the intermediate time at Frapesle instead of crossing the Indre
and the meadows twice in the great heat. The offer was accepted.
Monsieur de Chessel gave his arm to the duchess, Madame de Chessel
took that of the count. I offered mine to the countess, and felt, for
the first time, that beautiful arm against my side. As we walked from
the church to Frapesle by the woods of Sache, where the light,
filtering down through the foliage, made those pretty patterns on the
path which seem like painted silk, such sensations of pride, such
ideas took possession of me that my heart beat violently.
"What is the matter?" she said, after walking a little way in a
The Lily of the Valley
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:
open mouth and his nose moving with each successive snore that she
was shaken with a mad fit of laughter. She left the room, followed
by Daguenet and Georges, crossed the dining room, entered the
drawing room, her merriment increasing at every step.
"Oh, my dear, you've no idea!" she cried, almost throwing herself
into Rose's arms. "Come and see it."
All the women had to follow her. She took their hands coaxingly and
drew them along with her willy-nilly, accompanying her action with
so frank an outburst of mirth that they all of them began laughing
on trust. The band vanished and returned after standing
breathlessly for a second or two round Bordenave's lordly,