|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost:
duration, if I do not succeed in rescuing you.'
"We arrived at the prison, where they put us into separate
cells. This blow was the less severe, because I was prepared for
it. I recommended Manon to the attention of the porter, telling
him that I was a person of some distinction, and promising him a
considerable recompense. I embraced my dearest mistress before
we parted; I implored her not to distress herself too much, and
to fear nothing while I lived. I had money with me: I gave her
some; and I paid the porter, out of what remained, the amount of
a month's expenses for both of us in, advance. This had an
excellent effect, for I found myself placed in an apartment
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
left him and a new one came. This man was as hard-tempered and hard-handed
as Samson; he always spoke in a rough, impatient voice,
and if I did not move in the stall the moment he wanted me,
he would hit me above the hocks with his stable broom or the fork,
whichever he might have in his hand. Everything he did was rough,
and I began to hate him; he wanted to make me afraid of him,
but I was too high-mettled for that, and one day when he had aggravated me
more than usual I bit him, which of course put him in a great rage,
and he began to hit me about the head with a riding whip.
After that he never dared to come into my stall again;
either my heels or my teeth were ready for him, and he knew it.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky.
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
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.
Poems of William Blake