|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac:
to a distribution of shading which is so nearly imperceptible that our
reputation depends (barring the calumnies of friends and the
witticisms of newspapers) on the balance struck by our criticisers
between Truth that limps and Falsehood to which Parisian wit gives
Madame Firmiani, like other noble and dignified women who make their
hearts a sanctuary and disdain the world, was liable, therefore, to be
totally misjudged by Monsieur de Bourbonne, an old country magnate,
who had reason to think a great deal about her during the winter of
this year. He belonged to the class of provincial Planters, men living
on their estates, accustomed to keep close accounts of everything and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard:
message the other day to tell me that he had not forgotten what he owed
"Did he mean the sticks with which he promised to bray you like a green
hide?" I inquired innocently.
"I think so, Macumazahn--I think so, for certainly he owes me nothing
else. And the worst of it is that, there at Panda's kraal, he has grown
like a pumpkin on a dung heap--great, great!"
"And therefore is now one who can pay any debt that he owes, Umbezi," I
said, taking a pull at the "squareface" and looking at him over the top
of the pannikin.
"Doubtless he can, Macumazahn, and, between you and me, that is the real
Child of Storm
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
sand and its grayer shores. Night shadows trooped down from the
black and looming mountains.
"A crippled Yaqui! Why the hell did you saddle yourself with him?"
roared Belding, as he laid Gale upon the bed.
Belding had grown hard these late, violent weeks.
"Because I chose," whispered Gale, in reply. "Go after him--he
dropped in the trail--across the river--near the first big saguaro."
Belding began to swear as he fumbled with matches and the lamp;
but as the light flared up he stopped short in the middle of a word.