|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
Can it then be a premeditated design on the part of the Epeira?
Can there be calculation, measurement of angles, gauging of the
parallel by means of the eye or otherwise? I am inclined to think
that there is none of all this, or at least nothing but an innate
propensity, whose effects the animal is no more able to control
than the flower is able to control the arrangement of its
verticils. The Epeira practises higher geometry without knowing or
caring. The thing works of itself and takes its impetus from an
instinct imposed upon creation from the start.
The stone thrown by the hand returns to earth describing a certain
curve; the dead leaf torn and wafted away by a breath of wind makes
The Life of the Spider
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac:
prophet in sorrow, a levite in prayer.
They went out together without speaking.
"Did you mark how he called him to him?" cried the sergeant of the
watch when the footsteps of the couple were no longer audible on the
strand. "Are not they a demon and his familiar?"
"Phooh!" puffed Jacqueline. "I felt smothered! I never marked our two
lodgers so carefully. 'Tis a bad thing for us women that the Devil can
wear so fair a mien!"
"Ay, cast some holy water on him," said Tirechair, "and you will see
him turn into a toad.--I am off to tell the office all about them."
On hearing this speech, the lady roused herself from the reverie into
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac:
the soul, and fascinate even those who do not understand them. He
was well made. His voice, coming from his heart, stirred that of
others to noble sentiments, and bore witness to his true modesty
by a certain ingenuousness of tone. Those who saw him felt drawn
to him by that attraction of the moral nature which men of
science are happily unable to analyze; they would detect in it
some phenomenon of galvanism, or the current of I know not what
fluid, and express our sentiments in a formula of ratios of
oxygen and electricity.
These details will perhaps explain to strong-minded persons and
to men of fashion why, in the absence of the porter whom he had