|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer:
are loaded with bread, meat, and wine. Stay where you are, then;
you are not in anybody's way; I do not mind your being here, no
more do any of the others, and when Telemachus comes home he
will give you a shirt and cloak and will send you wherever you
want to go."
Ulysses answered, "I hope you may be as dear to the gods as you
are to me, for having saved me from going about and getting into
trouble; there is nothing worse than being always on the tramp;
still, when men have once got low down in the world they will go
through a great deal on behalf of their miserable bellies.
Since, however, you press me to stay here and await the return
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac:
of a hundred thousand crowns with M. du Croisier. With such primary
facts as these to bring forward as evidence, the young Count's
innocence was bound to emerge triumphantly from a court of law.
Du Croisier went home from the court, his face white with rage, and
the foam of repressed fury on his lips. His wife was sitting by the
fireside in the drawing-room at work upon a pair of slippers for him.
She trembled when she looked into his face, but her mind was made up.
"Madame," he stammered out, "what deposition is this that you made
before the magistrate? You have dishonored, ruined, and betrayed me!"
"I have saved you, monsieur," answered she. "If some day you will have
the honor of connecting yourself with the d'Esgrignons by marrying
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson:
painkiller? give it me quick, so that I can get back to fight." On
either side, there was the same delight in sound and smoke and
schoolboy cheering, the same unsophisticated ardour of battle; and
the misdirected skirmish proceeded with a din, and was illustrated
with traits of bravery that would have fitted a Waterloo or a
I have said how little I regard the alleged plan of battle. At
least it was now all gone to water. The whole forces of Mataafa
had leaked out, man by man, village by village, on the so-called
false attack. They were all pounding for their lives on the front
and the left flank of Matautu. About half-past three they