|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac:
Ah! you poor women of France, try to remain hidden if you can; try to
weave the least little romance about your lives in the midst of a
civilization which posts in the public streets the hours when the
coaches arrive and depart; which counts all letters and stamps them
twice over, first with the hour when they are thrown into the boxes,
and next with that of their delivery; which numbers the houses, prints
the tax of every tenant on a metal register at the doors (after
verifying its particulars), and will soon possess one vast register of
every inch of its territory down to the smallest parcel of land, and
the most insignificant features of it,--a giant work ordained by a
giant. Try, imprudent young ladies, to escape not only the eye of the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Bickerstaff-Partridge Papers by Jonathan Swift:
remember) of Edward the fourth.
And Norway's Pryd, etc. I cannot guess who is meant by Norway's
Pride, perhaps the reader may, as well as the sense of the two
Reaums shall, etc. Reums, or, as the word is now, realms, is the
old name for kingdoms: And this is a very plain prediction of our
happy Union, with the felicities that shall attend it. It is
added that Old England shall be no more, and yet no man shall be
sorry for it. And indeed, properly speaking, England is now no
more, for the whole island is one Kingdom, under the name of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:
and some recumbent, round-bottomed bottles. He handed one
of these last to Plowden, as the latter strolled toward the table.
"You know how to open these, don't you?" he said, languidly.
"Somehow I never could manage it."
The nobleman submissively took the bottle, and picked
with awkwardness at its wire and cork, and all at once
achieved a premature and not over-successful explosion.
He wiped his dripping cuff in silence, when the tumblers
"Well--here's better luck to you next time," Thorpe said,
lifting his glass. The audacious irony of his words filled