|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catherine de Medici by Honore de Balzac:
These words were, under the circumstances, like so many poisoned
"Let us look at our furs, madame," replied the Italian, sarcastically;
"that will employ us on our legitimate female affairs while your
uncles decide those of the kingdom."
"Oh! but we will go the Council, madame; we shall be more useful than
"We!" said Catherine, with an air of astonishment. "But I do not
understand Latin, myself."
"You think me very learned," cried Mary Stuart, laughing, "but I
assure you, madame, I study only to reach the level of the Medici, and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton:
old gentleman had died in a fit on seeing a materialization of his
mother-in-law; she had escaped from two fires in her night-gown,
and at the funeral of her first cousin the horses attached to the
hearse had run away and smashed the coffin, precipitating her
relative into an open man-hole before the eyes of his distracted
A sceptical observer might have explained Miss Mellins's
proneness to adventure by the fact that she derived her chief
mental nourishment from the Police Gazette and the
Fireside Weekly; but her lot was cast in a circle where such
insinuations were not likely to be heard, and where the title-role
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
cursed of God.
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man.
Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes
maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar. Canute was
none of these, but he was morose and gloomy, and liquor took him
through all the hells of Dante. As he lay on his giant's bed all
the horrors of this world and every other were laid bare to his
chilled senses. He was a man who knew no joy, a man who toiled in
silence and bitterness. The skull and the serpent were always
before him, the symbols of eternal futileness and of eternal hate.
When the first Norwegians near enough to be called neighbors
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories