|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac:
guard, Oscar Husson, whose devotion to the new dynasty amounted to
fanaticism, was appointed major of a regiment sent to Africa at the
time of the first expedition undertaken by the Prince-royal. The
Vicomte de Serizy chanced to be the lieutenant-colonel of this
regiment. At the affair of the Makta, where the field had to be
abandoned to the Arabs, Monsieur de Serizy was left wounded under a
dead horse. Oscar, discovering this, called out to the squadron:
"Messieurs, it is going to death, but we cannot abandon our colonel."
He dashed upon the enemy, and his electrified soldiers followed him.
The Arabs, in their first astonishment at this furious and unlooked-
for return, allowed Oscar to seize the viscount, whom he flung across
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft:
imperiously to the faithfull to come on a pilgrimage of liberation
and restoration. All this Johansen did not suspect, but God knows
he soon saw enough!
I suppose that only a single mountain-top,
the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon great Cthulhu was
buried, actually emerged from the waters. When I think of the
extent of all that may be brooding down there I almost wish to
kill myself forthwith. Johansen and his men were awed by the cosmic
majesty of this dripping Babylon of elder daemons, and must have
guessed without guidance that it was nothing of this or of any
sane planet. Awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone
Call of Cthulhu
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather:
ought to be good for food, but their family connections were against them.
I asked what he meant, and he grinned and said they belonged to
the rat family.
When I went downstairs in the morning, I found grandmother and Jake packing
a hamper basket in the kitchen.
`Now, Jake,' grandmother was saying, `if you can find that old rooster that
got his comb froze, just give his neck a twist, and we'll take him along.
There's no good reason why Mrs. Shimerda couldn't have got hens
from her neighbours last fall and had a hen-house going by now.
I reckon she was confused and didn't know where to begin.
I've come strange to a new country myself, but I never forgot hens