|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
Frightful jaws in front and mighty, poisoned sting behind made my
relatively puny long-sword seem a pitiful weapon of defense indeed.
Nor could I hope to escape the lightning-like movements or hide
from those myriad facet eyes which covered three-fourths of the
hideous head, permitting the creature to see in all directions
at one and the same time.
Even my powerful and ferocious Woola was as helpless as a kitten
before that frightful thing. But to flee were useless, even had
it ever been to my liking to turn my back upon a danger; so I stood
The Warlord of Mars
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac:
tale of a strange adventure which had happened at the tavern of the
More,--a tale which had taken possession of her childish brain. A
Parisian woman, beautiful as the angels, was sent by Fouche to
entangle the Marquis de Montauran, otherwise called "The Gars," in a
love-affair (see "The Chouans"). She met him at the tavern of the More
on his return from an expedition to Mortagne; she cajoled him, made
him love her, and then betrayed him. That fantastic power--the power
of beauty over mankind; in fact, the whole story of Marie de Verneuil
and the Gars--dazzled Suzanne; she longed to grow up in order to play
upon men. Some months after her hasty departure she passed through her
native town with an artist on his way to Brittany. She wanted to see
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor:
far I might go; but the girl is no mate for thee. If O'Neil is
alive, we are sure to hear from him soon; and in three years, at
the utmost, if the Lord favors us, the end will come. How far has
it gone with thy courting? Surely, surely, not too far to
withdraw, at least under the plea of my prohibition?"
De Courcy blushed, but firmly met his father's eyes. "I have
spoken to her," he replied, "and it is not the custom of our family
to break plighted faith."
"Thou art our cross, not Sylvia. Go thy ways now. I will endeavor
to seek for guidance."
"Sylvia," said the father, when De Courcy had left the room, "what