|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:
I have no abilities. There hasn't been a drop of medicine or a mouthful
of invalid food for months here. He was shamefully abandoned.
A man like this, with such ideas. Shamefully! Shamefully! I--I--
haven't slept for the last ten nights . . .'
"His voice lost itself in the calm of the evening. The long shadows
of the forest had slipped downhill while we talked, had gone far
beyond the ruined hovel, beyond the symbolic row of stakes.
All this was in the gloom, while we down there were yet in the sunshine,
and the stretch of the river abreast of the clearing glittered
in a still and dazzling splendour, with a murky and overshadowed
bend above and below. Not a living soul was seen on the shore.
Heart of Darkness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac:
some wearing thought which showed for a moment upon the surface.
Watching him, who could fail to understand him? Who would not have
seen that he had fatally transmitted to his children those weakly
bodies in which the principle of life was lacking. But if he blamed
himself he denied to others the right to judge him. Harsh as one who
knows himself in fault, yet without greatness of soul or charm to
compensate for the weight of misery he had thrown into the balance,
his private life was no doubt the scene of irascibilities that were
plainly revealed in his angular features and by the incessant
restlessness of his eye. When his wife returned, followed by the
children who seemed fastened to her side, I felt the presence of
The Lily of the Valley
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke:
July celebration in Vermont, if it had not been for the costumes.
The men of the Ampezzo Valley have kept but little that is peculiar
in their dress. Men are naturally more progressive than women, and
therefore less picturesque. The tide of fashion has swept them
into the international monotony of coat and vest and trousers--
pretty much the same, and equally ugly, all over the world. Now
and then you may see a short jacket with silver buttons, or a pair
of knee-breeches; and almost all the youths wear a bunch of
feathers or a tuft of chamois' hair in their soft green hats. But
the women of the Ampezzo--strong, comely, with golden brown
complexions, and often noble faces--are not ashamed to dress as