|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas:
doorway, while Grimaud went and shut himself up in the stable,
undertaking that by five o'clock in the morning he and the four
horses should be ready.
The night was quiet enough. Toward two o'clock in the morning
somebody endeavored to open the door; but as Planchet awoke in an
instant and cried, "Who goes there?" somebody replied that he was
mistaken, and went away.
At four o'clock in the morning they heard a terrible riot in the
stables. Grimaud had tried to waken the stable boys, and the
stable boys had beaten him. When they opened the window, they
saw the poor lad lying senseless, with his head split by a blow
The Three Musketeers
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Travels of Sir John Mandeville by Sir John Mandeville:
And in another isle be folk that go upon their hands and their feet
as beasts. And they be all skinned and feathered, and they will
leap as lightly into trees, and from tree to tree, as it were
squirrels or apes.
And in another isle be folk that be both man and woman, and they
have kind; of that one and of that other. And they have but one
pap on the one side, and on that other none. And they have members
of generation of man and woman, and they use both when they list,
once that one, and another time that other. And they get children,
when they use the member of man; and they bear children, when they
use the member of woman.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac:
"Speak out, my daughter."
"Well," she said, in a low voice, putting her lips to her father's
ear, "he was in my room all night."
"He could be there, and yet rob Cornelius. Two robberies!"
"I have your blood in my veins, and I was not born to love a
scoundrel. That young seigneur is the nephew of the captain-general of
"Well, well!" cried the king; "you are hard to confess."
With the words the king pushed his daughter from his knee, and hurried
to the door of the room, but softly on tiptoe, making no noise. For
the last moment or two, the light from a window in the adjoining hall,