|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac:
conquered the vertigo that threatened him, it was because he would
rather see his niece living and mad than dead. He hastened up.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"That is for me," replied the colonel, pointing to a pistol already
loaded, which was lying on the bench; "and this is for her," he added,
as he forced the wad into the weapon he held.
The countess was lying on the ground beside him, playing with the
"Then you do not know," said the doctor, coldly, concealing his
terror, "that in her sleep last night she called you: Philippe!"
"She called me!" cried the baron, dropping his pistol, which Stephanie
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac:
Husson, at the school of Henri IV.; and he sent her regularly, by
Pierrotin, such supplies from the estate at Presles as he could
decently offer to a household in distress.
Oscar was the whole life and all the future of his mother. The poor
woman could now be reproached with no other fault than her exaggerated
tenderness for her boy,--the bete-noire of his step-father. Oscar was,
unfortunately, endowed by nature with a foolishness his mother did not
perceive, in spite of the step-father's sarcasms. This foolishness--
or, to speak more specifically, this overweening conceit--so troubled
Monsieur Moreau that he begged Madame Clapart to send the boy down to
him for a month that he might study his character, and find out what
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine:
the bank toward him.
The sheepman had to choose between leaving his rifle and
immediate flight. The latter was such a forlorn hope that he gave
up Buck for the moment, and ran back to the place where his
repeating Winchester had fallen. Without stopping he scooped the
rifle up as he passed. In his day he had been a famous sprinter,
and he scudded now for dear life. It was no longer a question of
secrecy. The sound of men breaking their hurried way through the
heavy brush of the creek bank came crisply to him. A voice behind
shouted a warning, and from not a hundred yards in front of him
came an answering shout. Hemmed in from the fore and the rear, he