|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau:
Shanghai and Cochin- China grandeur. Those GRA-A-ATE THOUGHTS,
those GRA-A-ATE men you hear of!
We hug the earth--how rarely we mount! Methinks we might elevate
ourselves a little more. We might climb a tree, at least. I found
my account in climbing a tree once. It was a tall white pine, on
the top of a hill; and though I got well pitched, I was well paid
for it, for I discovered new mountains in the horizon which I had
never seen before--so much more of the earth and the heavens. I
might have walked about the foot of the tree for threescore years
and ten, and yet I certainly should never have seen them. But,
above all, I discovered around me--it was near the end of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad:
Dutchman's house. To Almayer's great disgust he was to be seen
there at all times, strolling about in an abstracted kind of way
on the verandah, skulking in the passages, or else popping round
unexpected corners, always willing to engage Mrs. Almayer in
confidential conversation. He was very shy of the master
himself, as if suspicious that the pent-up feelings of the white
man towards his person might find vent in a sudden kick. But the
cooking shed was his favourite place, and he became an habitual
guest there, squatting for hours amongst the busy women, with his
chin resting on his knees, his lean arms clasped round his legs,
and his one eye roving uneasily--the very picture of watchful
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
we must separate or else live together."
"Why, you know, that's my one desire. But for that . . ."
"We must get a divorce. I will write to him. I see I cannot go on
like this.... But Twill come with you to Moscow."
"You talk as if you were threatening me. But I desire nothing so
much as never to be parted from you," said Vronsky, smiling.
But as he said these words there gleamed in his eyes not merely a
cold look, but the vindictive look of a man persecuted and made
She saw the look and correctly divined its meaning.
"If so, it's a calamity!" that glance told her. It was a moment's