| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: strain by which we project our purpose when we long to soar, as birds
about to take wing. I saw the man; he neither looked at us nor heard
us; every muscle quivered and throbbed; at each separate instant he
seemed to feel, though he did not move, all the fatigue of traversing
the infinite that divided him from Paradise where, as he gazed
steadfastly, he believed he had glimpses of a beloved image. At this
last gate of Hell, as at the first, I saw the stamp of despair even in
hope. The hapless creature was so fearfully held by some unseen force,
that his anguish entered into my bones and froze my blood. I shrank
closer to my Guide, whose protection restored me to peace and silence.
"Suddenly the Shade gave a cry of joy--a cry as shrill as that of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: and patted his knee contentedly. All at once his face
had lightened; a genial speculation returned to his
grey eyes.
"Well, I was in a curious position about you, you see,"
he began to explain. The relief with which he spoke
was palpable. "I could not for the life of me make up my
mind whether to tell you about it or not. Let's see--this
is Thursday; did I see you Tuesday? At any rate, the scheme
didn't dawn on me myself until toward evening Tuesday.
But yesterday, of course, I could have told you--and again
this afternoon--but, as I say, I couldn't make up my mind.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: wonderfully intelligent and understanding woman. She has made
a home for me--a delightful home. I am one of those men who
have no instinct for home making. I owe my home and all the
comfort and dignity of my life to her ability. I have no
excuse for any misbehaviour--so far as she is concerned. None
at all. By all the rules I should have been completely
happy. But instead of my marriage satisfying me, it presently
released a storm of long-controlled desires and imprisoned
cravings. A voice within me became more and more urgent.
'This will not do. This is not love. Where are your
goddesses? This is not love.' . . . And I was unfaithful to
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