|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac:
here? Do you want to be hanged too? Go home, my friends, go home; your
dinner is getting burnt. Hey! my good woman, go and darn your
husband's stockings; get back to your needles."
Though such speeches showed that the grand provost was in good humor,
they made the most obstreperous fly as if he were flinging the plague
At the moment when the first movement of the crowd took place, Georges
d'Estouteville was stupefied at seeing, at one of the windows of the
hotel de Poitiers, his dear Marie de Saint-Vallier, laughing with the
count. She was mocking at HIM, poor devoted lover, who was going to
his death for her. But perhaps she was only amused at seeing the caps
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad:
a padlock securing the hatch under his cabin-table), yes, with a
bigger lot than he had expected to collect, he found himself
homeward bound and off the entrance of the creek where Bamtz lived
and even, in a sense, flourished.
"It was so late in the day that Davidson actually hesitated whether
he should not pass by this time. He had no regard for Bamtz, who
was a degraded but not a really unhappy man. His pity for Laughing
Anne was no more than her case deserved. But his goodness was of a
particularly delicate sort. He realised how these people were
dependent on him, and how they would feel their dependence (if he
failed to turn up) through a long month of anxious waiting.
Within the Tides
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft:
In two directions beside me distant walls
of carven, crumbling masonry loomed dimly under the direct beams
of my torch. Ahead, however, was only unbroken darkness.
no track of time during my downward scramble. So seething with
baffling hints and images was my mind that all objective matters
seemed withdrawn into incalculable distances. Physical sensation
was dead, and even fear remained as a wraith-like, inactive gargoyle
leering impotently at me.
Eventually, I reached a level floor
strewn with fallen blocks, shapeless fragments of stone, and sand
Shadow out of Time