| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: calm brow rose with what may be called boldness, and crowned it as
with a marble dome.
The stranger preserved that intrepid and dignified manner that is
frequently habitual with men inured to disaster, and fitted by nature
to stand unmoved before a furious mob and to face the greatest
dangers. He seemed to move in a sphere apart, where he poised above
humanity. His gestures, no less than his look, were full of
irresistible power; his lean hands were those of a soldier; and if
your own eyes were forced to fall before his piercing gaze, you were
no less sure to tremble when by word or action he spoke to your soul.
He moved in silent majesty that made him seem a king without his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: "Did you call?" she asked, glancing inquiringly into Zoie's
distressed face.
"Alfred's here," said Zoie, with a sickly smile as she stroked
his hand and glanced meaningly at Aggie. "He's GOT the OFFICER!"
"The OFFICER?" cried Aggie, and involuntarily she took a step
backward, as though to guard the bedroom door.
"Yes," said Alfred, mistaking Aggie's surprise for a compliment
to his resource; "and now, Aggie, if you'll just stay with Zoie
for a minute I'll have a look at my boys."
"No, no!" exclaimed Aggie, nervously, and she placed herself
again in front of the bedroom door.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: her own in Aberlady, whose last sickness and demise she was describing
at extraordinary length. Sometimes it was merely dull, sometimes both
dull and awful, for she talked with unction. The upshot was that I
fell in a deep muse, looking forth of the window on the road, and
scarce marking what I saw. Presently had any been looking they might
have seen me to start.
"We pit a fomentation to his feet," the good-wife was saying, "and a
het stane to his wame, and we gied him hyssop and water of pennyroyal,
and fine, clean balsam of sulphur for the hoast. . . "
"Sir," says I, cutting very quietly in, "there's a friend of mine gone
by the house."
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