|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
a great respect for the Almighty and a great fear of His wrath. Then,
when she had listened to the Passion, she wept. Why had they crucified
Him who loved little children, nourished the people, made the blind
see, and who, out of humility, had wished to be born among the poor,
in a stable? The sowings, the harvests, the wine-presses, all those
familiar things which the Scriptures mention, formed a part of her
life; the word of God sanctified them; and she loved the lambs with
increased tenderness for the sake of the Lamb, and the doves because
of the Holy Ghost.
She found it hard, however, to think of the latter as a person, for
was it not a bird, a flame, and sometimes only a breath? Perhaps it is
A Simple Soul
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James:
of that sort."
"I congratulate you," Newman declared, "upon the scales having
fallen from your eyes. It's a great triumph; it ought to make
you feel better."
"Yes, it makes me feel better!" said Valentin, gayly. Then, checking himself,
he looked askance at Newman. "I rather think you are laughing at me.
If you were not one of the family I would take it up."
"Oh, no, I'm not laughing, any more than I am one of the family.
You make me feel badly. You are too clever a fellow, you are made
of too good stuff, to spend your time in ups and downs over that
class of goods. The idea of splitting hairs about Miss Nioche!
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James:
that often comes back to him. "That's what I want YOU to go in
for. I mean the real thing. This is brummagem."
"Brummagem?" Paul ejaculated while his eyes wandered, by a movement
natural at the moment, over the luxurious room.
"Ah they make it so well to-day - it's wonderfully deceptive!"
Our friend thrilled with the interest and perhaps even more with
the pity of it. Yet he wasn't afraid to seem to patronise when he
could still so far envy. "Is it deceptive that I find you living
with every appearance of domestic felicity - blest with a devoted,
accomplished wife, with children whose acquaintance I haven't yet
had the pleasure of making, but who MUST be delightful young