|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne:
no difficulty in holding his course by the guidance of that alone.
However great was the distance that separated Gallia from the sun,
it was after all manifestly insignificant in comparison with the remoteness
of the nearest of the fixed stars.
Observing that Servadac was completely absorbed in his own thoughts,
Lieutenant Procope had leisure to contemplate some of the present
perplexing problems, and to ponder over the true astronomical position.
The last of the three mysterious documents had represented that Gallia,
in conformity with Kepler's second law, had traveled along her orbit during
the month of March twenty millions of leagues less than she had done
in the previous month; yet, in the same time, her distance from the sun
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran:
tarried there a little while.
They had covenanted with God before, that they would not turn
their backs; and God's covenant shall be enquired of.
Say, 'Flight shall avail you naught; if ye fly from death or
slaughter, even then ye shall be granted enjoyment only for a little!'
Say, 'Who is it that can save you from God, if He wish you evil,
or wish you mercy?' but they will not find beside God a patron or a
Say, 'God knows the hinderers amongst you, and those who say to
their brethren, "Come along unto us," and show but little
valour;-covetous towards you.' When fear comes thou wilt see them
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac:
"Poor child!" said Charles, making a step into her room and leaning
his back against the wall, "if that were so, he would never have let
my father die; he would not let you live in this poor way; he would
live otherwise himself."
"But he owns Froidfond."
"What is Froidfond worth?"
"I don't know; but he has Noyers."
"Nothing but a poor farm!"
"He has vineyards and fields."
"Mere nothing," said Charles disdainfully. "If your father had only
twenty-four thousand francs a year do you suppose you would live in