| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: the valley.
"The Blues will intercept the messenger," said the angry voice of one
of the leaders who stood near him.
"By Saint Anne of Auray!" exclaimed another. "Why did you make us
fight? Was it to save your own skin from the Blues?"
Marche-a-Terre darted a venomous look at his questioner and struck the
ground with his heavy carbine.
"Am I your leader?" he asked. Then after a pause he added, pointing to
the remains of Hulot's detachment, "If you had all fought as I did,
not one of those Blues would have escaped, and the coach could have
got here safely."
The Chouans |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: no evil, are about to visit my cave at once; for to prove that I sincerely
regret my share in your capture I am going to permit you to escape."
This speech greatly surprised the prisoner, until he reflected that it
was just what might be expected of the Daemon of Repentance. The
fellow at once busied himself untying the knots that bound Santa Claus
and unlocking the chains that fastened him to the wall. Then he
led the way through a long tunnel until they both emerged in the
Cave of Repentance.
"I hope you will forgive me," said the Daemon pleadingly. "I am not
really a bad person, you know; and I believe I accomplish a great deal
of good in the world."
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: unfortunate blemish on an otherwise presentable record. He had
scarcely considered the act in relation to Margaret Aubyn; for
death, if it hallows, also makes innocuous. Glennard's God was a
god of the living, of the immediate, the actual, the tangible; all
his days he had lived in the presence of that god, heedless of the
divinities who, below the surface of our deeds and passions,
silently forge the fatal weapons of the dead.
VII
A knock roused him and looking up he saw his wife. He met her
glance in silence, and she faltered out, "Are you ill?"
The words restored his self-possession. "Ill? Of course not.
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