| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: have for myself.'
"At first the little boy seemed to be quite happy, and, indeed, he
would have been hard to please if he had not been content. I did
everything that he wanted, and gave him the best of all that I had; I
was his slave in fact, and he tyrannized over me, but that was nicer
than being alone, I used to think! Pshaw! no sooner did the little
good-for-nothing know that I carried a twenty-franc piece sewed into
my skirtband than he cut the stitches, and stole my gold coin, the
price of my poor spaniel! I had meant to have masses said with
it. . . . A child without hands, too! Oh, it makes one shudder!
Somehow that theft took all the heart out of me. It seemed as if I was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: alarm. As they arose to leave the fountain which had been
witness of their mutual engagement, an arrow whistled through the
air, and struck a raven perched on the sere branch of an old oak,
near to where they had been seated. The bird fluttered a few
yards and dropped at the feet of Lucy, whose dress was stained
with some spots of its blood.
Miss Ashton was much alarmed, and Ravenswood, surprised and
angry, looked everywhere for the marksman, who had given them a
proof of his skill as little expected as desired. He was not
long of discovering himself, being no other than Henry Ashton,
who came running up with a crossbow in his hand.
The Bride of Lammermoor |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: ere they were within sight of land, Lucy Passmore was gone to her
rest beneath the Atlantic waves.
CHAPTER XXVIII
HOW AMYAS CAME HOME THE THIRD TIME
"It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights were lang and mirk,
That wife's twa sons cam hame again,
And their hats were o' the birk.
"It did na graw by bush or brae,
Nor yet in ony shough;
But by the gates o' paradise
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