|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac:
his command. My dear fellow, in Paris everything is known, and a man
cannot be a fop there /gratis/. You, who have only one woman, and who,
perhaps, are right to have but one, try to act the fop! . . . You will
not even become ridiculous, you will be dead. You will become a
foregone conclusion, one of those men condemned inevitably to do one
and the same thing. You will come to signify /folly/ as inseparably as
M. de La Fayette signifies /America/; M. de Talleyrand, /diplomacy/;
Desaugiers, /song/; M. de Segur, /romance/. If they once forsake their
own line people no longer attach any value to what they do. So,
foppery, my friend Paul, is the sign of an incontestable power over
the female folk. A man who is loved by many women passes for having
The Girl with the Golden Eyes
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac:
coronation. At times these passions made a truce and sought
distraction in the violent enjoyment of hunting, when weariness of
body took from the soul all occasions to wander in the dangerous
meadows of reverie. Neither Laurence nor her cousins had a thought now
for public affairs; each day brought its palpitating and absorbing
interests for their hearts.
"Really," said Mademoiselle Goujet one evening, "I don't know which of
all the lovers loves the most."
Adrien, who happened to be alone in the salon with the four card-
players, raised his eyes and turned pale. For the last few days his
only hold on life had been the pleasure of seeing Laurence and of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard:
However, he controlled himself nobly, being anxious to hear the
end of this mysterious fib.
"How long was the time that the lord Oro set apart for sleep?"
She paused as though puzzled to find words to express her
meaning, then held up her hands and said:
"Ten," nodding at her fingers. By second thoughts she took
Bickley's hands, not mine, and counted his ten fingers.
"Ten years," said Bickley. "Well, of course, it is impossible,
but perhaps--" and he paused.
"Ten tens," she went on with a deepening smile, "one hundred."
When the World Shook