|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac:
who is there will say nothing to you, and do you no harm. He never so
much as moves from his place."
"Who is it?"
Never were two syllables pronounced in so tragic a manner. At this
moment we were about fifty feet from the rocky eminence, which
extended a long reef into the sea. Our guide took a path which led him
round the base of the rock. We ourselves continued our way over it;
but Pauline took my arm. Our guide hastened his steps in order to meet
us on the other side, where the two paths came together again.
This circumstance excited our curiosity, which soon became so keen
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Meno by Plato:
argument about the impossibility of enquiry: for it will make us idle; and
is sweet only to the sluggard; but the other saying will make us active and
inquisitive. In that confiding, I will gladly enquire with you into the
nature of virtue.
MENO: Yes, Socrates; but what do you mean by saying that we do not learn,
and that what we call learning is only a process of recollection? Can you
teach me how this is?
SOCRATES: I told you, Meno, just now that you were a rogue, and now you
ask whether I can teach you, when I am saying that there is no teaching,
but only recollection; and thus you imagine that you will involve me in a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton:
been up to look at myself in the glass; and I saw plenty of 'em in
the hospital that looked like me. They didn't get well, and I
ain't going to." Her head dropped back. "It don't much matter--
I'm about tired. On'y there's one thing--Ann Eliza--"
The elder sister drew near to the bed.
"There's one thing I ain't told you. I didn't want to tell
you yet because I was afraid you might be sorry--but if he says I'm
going to die I've got to say it." She stopped to cough, and to Ann
Eliza it now seemed as though every cough struck a minute from the
hours remaining to her.
"Don't talk now--you're tired."