|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer:
spear. As when the rising west wind furs the face of the sea and
the waters grow dark beneath it, so sat the companies of Trojans
and Achaeans upon the plain. And Hector spoke thus:--
"Hear me, Trojans and Achaeans, that I may speak even as I am
minded; Jove on his high throne has brought our oaths and
covenants to nothing, and foreshadows ill for both of us, till
you either take the towers of Troy, or are yourselves vanquished
at your ships. The princes of the Achaeans are here present in
the midst of you; let him, then, that will fight me stand forward
as your champion against Hector. Thus I say, and may Jove be
witness between us. If your champion slay me, let him strip me of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Marriage Contract by Honore de Balzac:
"Why leave so soon to-night?" said Madame Evangelista, employing those
coaxing ways to which men are so sensitive.
Though all this passed on the best of terms, and according to the laws
of the most exquisite politeness, the effect of the discussion of
these contending interests had, nevertheless, cast between son and
mother-in-law a seed of distrust and enmity which was liable to sprout
under the first heat of anger, or the warmth of a feeling too harshly
bruised. In most families the settlement of "dots" and the deeds of
gift required by a marriage contract give rise to primitive emotions
of hostility, caused by self-love, by the lesion of certain
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
Matty! So that was the deformed creature's name. She glanced at
him. He was grinning broadly. A family squabble seemed to afford
him amusement. Her eyes shifted and made a circuit of the room. It
was poverty-stricken in appearance, bare-floored, with the scantiest
and cheapest of furnishings, its one window tightly shuttered.
"Maybe not," she said carelessly.
"Well, then, listen, Bertha!" Danglar's voice was lowered earnestly.
"We've uncovered the Nabob's stuff! Do you get me? Every last one
of the sparklers!"
Rhoda Gray's eyes went back to the deformed creature at Danglar's
side, as the man laughed out abruptly.