|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris:
Governor--on another bonanza crop this year to recoup him. Well,
the bonanza came right enough--just in time for S. Behrman and
the Railroad to grab it. Magnus is ruined."
"What a tragedy! what a tragedy!" murmured the other. "Lyman
turning rascal, Harran killed, and now this; and all within so
short a time--all at the SAME time, you might almost say."
"If it had only killed him," continued Presley; "but that is the
worst of it."
"How the worst?"
"I'm afraid, honestly, I'm afraid it is going to turn his wits,
sir. It's broken him; oh, you should see him, you should see
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac:
least action, word, or gesture became immense. I learned to know that,
in the interchange of glances and in answering smiles, there lies an
eloquence and a variety of language far beyond the possibilities of
the most magnificent of spoken phrases; that when the expression of
the feelings is spontaneous and unforced, there is no idea, no joy nor
sorrow that cannot thus be communicated by hearts that understand each
other. How many times I have tried to set forth my soul in my eyes or
on my lips, compelled at once to speak and to be silent concerning my
passion; for the young girl who, in my presence, was always serene and
unconscious had not been informed of the reason of my constant visits;
her parents were determined that the most important decision of her
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne:
lying over under all plain sail, began her long and lonely
voyage to the wreck.
THE "NORAH CREINA."
I love to recall the glad monotony of a Pacific voyage, when the
trades are not stinted, and the ship, day after day, goes free.
The mountain scenery of trade-wind clouds, watched (and in
my case painted) under every vicissitude of light--blotting stars,
withering in the moon's glory, barring the scarlet eve, lying
across the dawn collapsed into the unfeatured morning bank, or
at noon raising their snowy summits between the blue roof of