|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert:
and the same wrath; but then he had walked free, all had then
dispersed, for a god covered him;--and the recollection of this,
gaining precision by degrees, brought a crushing sadness upon him.
Shadows passed before his eyes; the town whirled round in his head,
his blood streamed from a wound in his hip, he felt that he was dying;
his hams bent, and he sank quite gently upon the pavement.
Some one went to the peristyle of the temple of Melkarth, took thence
the bar of a tripod, heated red hot in the coals, and, slipping it
beneath the first chain, pressed it against his wound. The flesh was
seen to smoke; the hootings of the people drowned his voice; he was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Constitution:
of the Receipts and Expenditures of all public Money shall be
published from time to time.
No Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States;
and no Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall,
without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument,
Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince,
or foreign State.
Section 10. No State shall enter into any Treaty, Alliance, or
Confederation; grant Letters of Marque and Reprisal; coin Money;
emit Bills of Credit; make any Thing but gold and silver Coin a Tender
in Payment of Debts; pass any Bill of Attainder, ex post facto Law,
The United States Constitution
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
'But you didn't really love her, did you? You did her that wrong.'
'How could I? I began to. I began to love her. But somehow, she always
ripped me up. No, don't let's talk of it. It was a doom, that was. And
she was a doomed woman. This last time, I'd have shot her like I shoot
a stoat, if I'd but been allowed: a raving, doomed thing in the shape
of a woman! If only I could have shot her, and ended the whole misery!
It ought to be allowed. When a woman gets absolutely possessed by her
own will, her own will set against everything, then it's fearful, and
she should be shot at last.'
'And shouldn't men be shot at last, if they get possessed by their own
Lady Chatterley's Lover