|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac:
their own faculty. This noble compassion, this intuition of the
struggles of toilers, this worship of genius, are among the choicest
perceptions that flutter through the souls of women. They are, in the
first place, a secret between the woman and God, for they are hidden;
in them there is nothing striking, nothing that gratifies the vanity,
--that powerful auxiliary to all action among the French.
Out of this third period of the development of her ideas, there came
to Modeste a passionate desire to penetrate to the heart of one of
these abnormal beings; to understand the working of the thoughts and
the hidden griefs of genius,--to know not only what it wanted but what
it was. At the period when this story begins, these vagaries of fancy,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac:
parents' wish not to expose him to the dreadful chances of war; and,
indeed, his taste for study and precocious intelligence gave grounds
for hoping that he might rise to high fortunes in the Church.
After remaining for about three years with his uncle, an old and not
uncultured Oratorian, Louis left him early in 1811 to enter the
college at Vendome, where he was maintained at the cost of Madame de
Lambert owed the favor and patronage of this celebrated lady to
chance, or shall we not say to Providence, who can smooth the path of
forlorn genius? To us, indeed, who do not see below the surface of
human things, such vicissitudes, of which we find many examples in the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer:
"Hurry. I shall be suspected. Do you want him to kill me!"
We moved away. All was very still now, and the lights glimmered
faintly ahead. Not a wisp of cloud brushed the moon's disk.
"Good-night, Karamaneh," I whispered softly.
TO pursue further the adventure on the marshes would be a task
at once useless and thankless. In its actual and in its dramatic
significance it concluded with our parting from Karamaneh.
And in that parting I learned what Shakespeare meant
by "Sweet Sorrow."
There was a world, I learned, upon the confines of which I stood,
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu