|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
It is essential to say a few words respecting the victim of this
now almost forgotten murder. He was an old bachelor, and possessed
of great wealth, in addition to the house and real estate which
constituted what remained of the ancient Pyncheon property.
Being of an eccentric and melancholy turn of mind, and greatly given
to rummaging old records and hearkening to old traditions, he had
brought himself, it is averred, to the conclusion that Matthew Maule,
the wizard, had been foully wronged out of his homestead, if not out
of his life. Such being the case, and he, the old bachelor, in
possession of the ill-gotten spoil,--with the black stain of blood
sunken deep into it, and still to be scented by conscientious nostrils,
House of Seven Gables
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain:
been growing more and more frequent of late; the old nearness and
cordiality were waning. Sally's terrible revelation had done its work;
Aleck had tried hard to drive the memory of it out of her mind,
but it would not go, and the shame and bitterness of it were
poisoning her gracious dream life. She could see now (on Sundays)
that her husband was becoming a bloated and repulsive Thing.
She could not close her eyes to this, and in these days she
no longer looked at him, Sundays, when she could help it.
But she--was she herself without blemish? Alas, she knew she was not.
She was keeping a secret from him, she was acting dishonorably
toward him, and many a pang it was costing her. SHE WAS BREAKING
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
As I wish, at the same time, to find out whether my animals, with
the magnificent lenses of their eyes, are able to distinguish
colours and prefer one colour to another, I mix up bits of wool of
different hues: there are red, green, white and yellow pieces. If
the Spider have any preference, she can choose where she pleases.
The Lycosa always works at night, a regrettable circumstance, which
does not allow me to follow the worker's methods. I see the
result; and that is all. Were I to visit the building-yard by the
light of a lantern, I should be no wiser. The animal, which is
very shy, would at once dive into her lair; and I should have lost
The Life of the Spider