|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain:
and the dream mind are the same machine?
O.M. There is argument for it. We have wild and fantastic
day-thoughts? Things that are dream-like?
Y.M. Yes--like Mr. Wells's man who invented a drug that made
him invisible; and like the Arabian tales of the Thousand Nights.
O.M. And there are dreams that are rational, simple,
consistent, and unfantastic?
Y.M. Yes. I have dreams that are like that. Dreams that
are just like real life; dreams in which there are several
persons with distinctly differentiated characters--inventions of
my mind and yet strangers to me: a vulgar person; a refined one;
What is Man?
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac:
are serious, more than serious--tiresome; we resent being amused, and
are furious at having been made to laugh. Be as hard of digestion as
the toughest disquisitions in the Revue des Deux Mondes, and you will
hardly reach the level of Besancon."
The editor took the hint, and thenceforth spoke the most
incomprehensible philosophical lingo. His success was complete.
If young Monsieur de Soulas did not fall in the esteem of Besancon
society, it was out of pure vanity on its part; the aristocracy were
happy to affect a modern air, and to be able to show any Parisians of
rank who visited the Comte a young man who bore some likeness to them.
All this hidden labor, all this dust thrown in people's eyes, this
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
taken him for the devil, for he had dressed himself up carefully
for that very intent, in a jaguar-skin with a long tail, grinning
teeth, a pair of horns, a plume of black and yellow feathers, and a
"Here's the Piache, the rascal," says Amyas.
"Ay," says Yeo, "in Satan's livery, and I've no doubt his works are
according, trust him for it."
"Don't be frightened, Jack," says Cary, backing up Brimblecombe
from behind. "It's your business to tackle him, you know. At him
boldly, and he'll run."
Whereat all the men laughed; and the Piache, who had intended to