| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: "Which way?"
"The rue Saint-Leonard."
"Beau-Pied," said Hulot in a whisper to the corporal who was near him,
"go and tell your lieutenant to draw in closer round the house, and
make ready to fire. Left wheel, forward on the tower, the rest of
you!" he shouted.
To understand the conclusion of this fatal drama we must re-enter the
house with Mademoiselle de Verneuil when she returned to it after
denouncing the marquis to the commandant.
When passions reach their crisis they bring us under the dominion of
far greater intoxication than the petty excitements of wine or opium.
The Chouans |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: the best, but a poor relation who plans deliberate robberies
against those of his blood, and trudges hundreds of weary
leagues to put them into execution, is surely a little on the
wrong side of toleration. The uncle at Angers may have been
monstrously undutiful; but the nephew from Paris was upsides
with him.
On the 23d April, that venerable and discreet person, Master
Pierre Marchand, Curate and Prior of Paray-le-Monial, in the
diocese of Chartres, arrived in Paris and put up at the sign
of the Three Chandeliers, in the Rue de la Huchette. Next
day, or the day after, as he was breakfasting at the sign of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: It often went to my heart to see how the little ponies were used,
straining along with heavy loads or staggering under heavy blows
from some low, cruel boy. Once I saw a little gray pony
with a thick mane and a pretty head, and so much like Merrylegs
that if I had not been in harness I should have neighed to him.
He was doing his best to pull a heavy cart, while a strong rough boy
was cutting him under the belly with his whip and chucking cruelly
at his little mouth. Could it be Merrylegs? It was just like him;
but then Mr. Blomefield was never to sell him, and I think
he would not do it; but this might have been quite as good a little fellow,
and had as happy a place when he was young.
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