| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift: converse of this people, and observed every object upon which I
cast mine eyes to be of proportionable magnitude, the horror I
had at first conceived from their bulk and aspect was so far worn
off, that if I had then beheld a company of English lords and
ladies in their finery and birth-day clothes, acting their
several parts in the most courtly manner of strutting, and
bowing, and prating, to say the truth, I should have been
strongly tempted to laugh as much at them as the king and his
grandees did at me. Neither, indeed, could I forbear smiling at
myself, when the queen used to place me upon her hand towards a
looking-glass, by which both our persons appeared before me in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: herself. Never had the young artist done so remarkable a work. Aside
from the resemblance, the glow of her beauty, the purity of her
feelings, the happiness of love were there depicted by a sort of
magic. This masterpiece of her art and her joy was a votive offering
to their wedded felicity.
Another year of ease and comfort went by. The history of their life
may be given in three words: THEY WERE HAPPY. No event happened to
them of sufficient importance to be recorded.
CHAPTER VI
RETRIBUTION
At the beginning of the year 1819 the picture-dealers requested
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: So the thunder above spoke with a single tongue,
So in the heart of the mountain the sound of it rumbled and clung.
Sudden the thunder was drowned - quenched was the levin light -
And the angel-spirit of rain laughed out loud in the night.
Loud as the maddened river raves in the cloven glen,
Angel of rain! you laughed and leaped on the roofs of men;
And the sleepers sprang in their beds, and joyed and feared as you fell.
You struck, and my cabin quailed; the roof of it roared like a bell.
You spoke, and at once the mountain shouted and shook with brooks.
You ceased, and the day returned, rosy, with virgin looks.
And methought that beauty and terror are only one, not two;
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