|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac:
narrowness of her mind. Her movements had an odd abruptness which
precluded all grace; the mere motion with which she twitched her
handkerchief from her bag and blew her nose with a loud noise would
have shown her character and habits to a keen observer. Being rather
tall, she held herself very erect, and justified the remark of a
naturalist who once explained the peculiar gait of old maids by
declaring that their joints were consolidating. When she walked her
movements were not equally distributed over her whole person, as they
are in other women, producing those graceful undulations which are so
attractive. She moved, so to speak, in a single block, seeming to
advance at each step like the statue of the Commendatore. When she
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay:
insufferably hot. In front of them, down below in the far distance,
Maskull saw water and land intermingled. It appeared that they were
travelling toward a lake district.
"What have you and Nightspore been doing during the last four days,
Krag? What happened to the torpedo?"
"You're just about on the same mental level as a man who sees a
brand-new palace, and asks what has become of the scaffolding."
"What palace have you been building, then?"
"We have not been idle," said Krag. "While you have been murdering
and lovemaking, we have had our work."
"And how have you been made acquainted with my actions?"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
few young men in boats and let them plunder the coasts of Anatolia a
little. What do you think, gentles?"
"Lead us, lead us all!" shouted the crowd on all sides. "We are ready
to lay down our lives for our faith."
The Koschevoi was alarmed. He by no means wished to stir up all
Zaporozhe; a breach of the truce appeared to him on this occasion
unsuitable. "Permit me, gentles, to address you further."
"Enough!" yelled the Cossacks; "you can say nothing better."
"If it must be so, then let it be so. I am the slave of your will. We
know, and from Scripture too, that the voice of the people is the
voice of God. It is impossible to devise anything better than the
Taras Bulba and Other Tales