|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas:
slightly at this question, "because it will show that you are the
more keen about it, and he will forgive us the sooner."
For the remainder of the day Marguerite was sad and preoccupied.
I had to repeat twice over everything I said to her to obtain an
answer. She ascribed this preoccupation to her anxiety in regard
to the events which had happened during the last two days. I
spent the night in reassuring her, and she sent me away in the
morning with an insistent disquietude that I could not explain to
Again my father was absent, but he had left this letter for me:
"If you call again to-day, wait for me till four. If I am not in
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:
That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
And after all this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood,
If from this presence thou dar'st go with me.
Away even now, or I will drag thee hence.
Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac:
trembled lest a flash of thought should suddenly light up the deep
sightless hollows under the grizzled brows, as you might fear to see
brigands with torches and poniards in the mouth of a cavern. You felt
that there was a lion in that cage of flesh, a lion spent with useless
raging against iron bars. The fires of despair had burned themselves
out into ashes, the lava had cooled; but the tracks of the flames, the
wreckage, and a little smoke remained to bear witness to the violence
of the eruption, the ravages of the fire. These images crowded up at
the sight of the clarionet player, till the thoughts now grown cold in
his face burned hot within my soul.
The fiddle and the flageolet took a deep interest in bottles and