|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
"And you are a preacher?" Jim's voice did not disguise his astonishment.
"I was a preacher, and now I am thirsting for vengeance," answered Christy,
his face clouding darkly. "Wait until you learn what frontier life means. You
are young here yet; you are flushed with the success of your teaching; you
have lived a short time in this quiet village, where, until the last few days,
all has been serene. You know nothing of the strife, of the necessity of
fighting, of the cruelty which makes up this border existence. Only two years
have hardened me so that I actually pant for the blood of the renegade who has
robbed me. A frontiersman must take his choice of succumbing or cutting his
way through flesh and bone. Blood will be spilled; if not yours, then your
foe's. The pioneers run from the plow to the fight; they halt in the cutting
The Spirit of the Border
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac:
thinks of nothing! Thirion introduced us, the Prince de Cadignan, M.
de Vandeness, and me! We shall have it all our own way in this house.
Settle everything with M. Camusot while I talk to his wife."
The maid, who was washing and dressing the children, showed the
visitors into the little fireless dining-room.
"Take that card to your mistress," said the Duchess, lowering her
voice for the woman's ear; "nobody else is to see it. If you are
discreet, child, you shall not lose by it."
At the sound of a woman's voice, and the sight of the handsome young
man's face, the maid looked thunderstruck.
"Wake M. Camusot," said Chesnel, "and tell him, that I am waiting to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Study of a Woman by Honore de Balzac:
after stammering a few juvenile phrases he left the room.
A few days later the marquise acquired undeniable proofs that Eugene
had told the truth. For the last fortnight she has not been seen in
The marquis tells all those who ask him the reason of this
"My wife has an inflammation of the stomach."
But I, her physician, who am now attending her, know it is really
nothing more than a slight nervous attack, which she is making the
most of in order to stay quietly at home.