|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson:
pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation
of these elements. If each, I told myself, could be housed in
separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was
unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the
aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just
could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the
good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed
to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil.
It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were
thus bound together--that in the agonised womb of consciousness,
these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot:
after all? The table was bare. Then he turned and looked behind
him--looked all round his dwelling, seeming to strain his brown
eyes after some possible appearance of the bags where he had already
sought them in vain. He could see every object in his cottage--
and his gold was not there.
Again he put his trembling hands to his head, and gave a wild
ringing scream, the cry of desolation. For a few moments after, he
stood motionless; but the cry had relieved him from the first
maddening pressure of the truth. He turned, and tottered towards
his loom, and got into the seat where he worked, instinctively
seeking this as the strongest assurance of reality.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac:
grew mute, and yielded his place to M. d'Ajuda with a sigh.
"How noble, how sublime a woman is when she loves like that!" he
said to himself. "And HE could forsake her for a doll! Oh! how
could any one forsake her?"
There was a boy's passionate indignation in his heart. He could
have flung himself at Mme. de Beauseant's feet; he longed for the
power of the devil if he could snatch her away and hide her in
his heart, as an eagle snatches up some white yeanling from the
plains and bears it to its eyrie. It was humiliating to him to
think that in all this gallery of fair pictures he had not one
picture of his own. "To have a mistress and an almost royal