| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Two Poets by Honore de Balzac: above all barriers on the wigs of an IF; he had seen a vision of
himself, rising above society; and it was painful to drop so suddenly
down to hard fact.
Eve and David both thought that their brother was overcome with the
sense of such generosity; to them, with their noble natures, the
silent consent was a sign of true friendship. David began to describe
with kindly and cordial eloquence the happy fortunes in store for them
all. Unchecked by protests put in by Eve, he furnished his first floor
with a lover's lavishness, built a second floor with boyish good faith
for Lucien, and rooms above the shed for Mme. Chardon--he meant to be
a son to her. In short, he made the whole family so happy and his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: Darrow waited a moment; then he said slowly: "What you
imagine's mere madness. She was at the theatre with me."
"With you?" He saw a tremor pass through her, but she
controlled it instantly and faced him straight and
motionless as a wounded creature in the moment before it
feels its wound. "Why should you both have made a mystery
of that?"
"I've told you the idea was not mine." He cast about. "She
may have been afraid that Owen----"
"But that was not a reason for her asking you to tell me
that you hardly knew her--that you hadn't even seen her for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: broken boulders, a flower garden bloomed as at home in a
conservatory. Calcanthus crept, like a hardy weed, all over
our rough parlour, choking the railway, and pushing forth its
rusty, aromatic cones from between two blocks of shattered
mineral. Azaleas made a big snow-bed just above the well.
The shoulder of the hill waved white with Mediterranean
heath. In the crannies of the ledge and about the spurs of
the tall pine, a red flowering stone-plant hung in clusters.
Even the low, thorny chaparral was thick with pea-like
blossom. Close at the foot of our path nutmegs prospered,
delightful to the sight and smell. At sunrise, and again
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