|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac:
old man turned his eyes toward the company, it seemed that the
movements of those globes, no longer capable of reflecting a gleam,
were accomplished by an almost imperceptible effort; and, when the
eyes stopped, he who was watching them was not certain finally that
they had moved at all. As I saw, beside that human ruin, a young woman
whose bare neck and arms and breast were white as snow; whose figure
was well-rounded and beautiful in its youthful grace; whose hair,
charmingly arranged above an alabaster forehead, inspired love; whose
eyes did not receive but gave forth light, who was sweet and fresh,
and whose fluffy curls, whose fragrant breath, seemed too heavy, too
harsh, too overpowering for that shadow, for that man of dust--ah! the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James:
brain. Of course he knew; otherwise he wouldn't return my stare so
queerly. His wife had told him what I wanted and he was amiably
amused at my impotence. He didn't laugh - he wasn't a laugher:
his system was to present to my irritation, so that I should
crudely expose myself, a conversational blank as vast as his big
bare brow. It always happened that I turned away with a settled
conviction from these unpeopled expanses, which seemed to complete
each other geographically and to symbolise together Drayton Deane's
want of voice, want of form. He simply hadn't the art to use what
he knew; he literally was incompetent to take up the duty where
Corvick had left it. I went still further - it was the only
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.
The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd.
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.
O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my youth.
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
Poems of William Blake