|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac:
And this woman went by night to the rue Soly through the rue Pagevin!
and her furtive apparition in an infamous house had just destroyed the
grandest of passions! The vidame's logic triumphed.
"If she is betraying her husband we will avenge ourselves," said
There was still faith in that "if." The philosophic doubt of Descartes
is a politeness with which we should always honor virtue. Ten o'clock
sounded. The Baron de Maulincour remembered that this woman was going
to a ball that evening at a house to which he had access. He dressed,
went there, and searched for her through all the salons. The mistress
of the house, Madame de Nucingen, seeing him thus occupied, said:--
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar:
persistently. The squeaky organ at vespers intoned the clank of
military accoutrements to her ears, the white bonnets of the
sisters about her faded into mists of curling brown hair.
Briefly, Sister Josepha was in love.
The days went on pretty much as before, save for the one little
heart that beat rebelliously now and then, though it tried so
hard to be submissive. There was the morning work in the
refectory, the stupid little girls to teach sewing, and the
insatiable lamps that were so greedy for oil. And always the
tender, boyish brown eyes, that looked so sorrowfully at the
fragile, beautiful little sister, haunting, following, pleading.
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
stared at him, and Myles, as in a dream, kneeled, and presented
the letter. The Earl took it in his hand, turned it this way and
that, looked first at the bearer, then at the packet, and then at
the bearer again.
"Who art thou?" said he; "and what is the matter thou wouldst
have of me?"
"I am Myles Falworth," said the lad, in a low voice; "and I come
seeking service with you."
The Earl drew his thick eyebrows quickly together, and shot a
keen look at the lad. "Falworth?" said he, sharply--"Falworth? I
know no Falworth!"
Men of Iron