| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: want of a thousand francs. It is the old story of Napoleon, who, for
lack of a pair of boots, did not set out for India.
"Well, what have you hit upon?" asked Juste.
"I have thought of a way to get him a complete outfit."
"Where?"
"From Humann."
"How?"
"Humann, my boy, never goes to his customers--his customers go to him;
so that he does not know whether I am rich or poor. He only knows that
I dress well and look decent in the clothes he makes for me. I shall
tell him that an uncle of mine has dropped in from the country, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: you take much care of my interests; I wished to see your house and the
nurseries, and ask you a few questions relating to the improvements I
intend to make."
"I am at madame's orders," replied Farrabesche.
Veronique admired the boy, who had a charming face of a perfect oval,
rather sunburned and brown but very regular in features, the forehead
finely modelled, orange-colored eyes of extreme vivacity, black hair
cut straight across the brow and allowed to hang down on either side
of the face. Taller than most boys of his age, the little fellow was
nearly five feet high. His trousers, like his shirt, were of coarse
gray linen, his waistcoat, of rough blue cloth with horn buttons much
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: Thy husband; whom to follow thou art bound;
Where he abides, think there thy native soil.
Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp
Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned,
To Michael thus his humble words addressed.
Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or named
Of them the highest; for such of shape may seem
Prince above princes! gently hast thou told
Thy message, which might else in telling wound,
And in performing end us; what besides
Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair,
Paradise Lost |
