|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf:
to thinking that he seldom saw anything, the look of them filled him
with a simple emotion of affection in which there were some traces
of pity also. What, after all, did people's faults matter in comparison
with what was good in them? He resolved that he would now tell them
what he felt. He quickened his pace and came up with them just
as they reached the corner where the lane joined the main road.
They stood still and began to laugh at him, and to ask him whether
the gastric juices--but he stopped them and began to speak very quickly
"D'you remember the morning after the dance?" he demanded.
"It was here we sat, and you talked nonsense, and Rachel made little
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac:
share of the booty, and I am much obliged to you for giving it up to
me; the extra sum will be extremely useful, for my mother has delayed
sending me money, so that I am almost destitute."
"Adieu!" cried the marquis.
He turned away, but the lady ran after him.
"Why won't you stay with me?" she said, giving him the look, half-
despotic, half-caressing, with which women who have a right to a man's
respect let him know their wishes.
"You are going to pillage that coach?"
"Pillage? what a word!" she said. "Let me explain to you--"
"Explain nothing," he said, taking her hand and kissing it with the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Two Brothers by Honore de Balzac:
answer, concocted solely for the benefit of Max and Flore:--
My dear Brother,--If I have stayed away from Issoudun, and kept up
no intercourse with any one, not even with you, the fault lies not
merely with the strange and false ideas my father conceived about
me, but with the joys and sorrows of my life in Paris; for if God
made me a happy wife, he has also deeply afflicted me as a mother.
You are aware that my son, your nephew Philippe, lies under
accusation of a capital offence in consequence of his devotion to
the Emperor. Therefore you can hardly be surprised if a widow,
compelled to take a humble situation in a lottery-office for a
living, should come to seek consolation from those among whom she