| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche: and "guesses" the probably appropriate sense to them--just as
little do we see a tree correctly and completely in respect to
its leaves, branches, colour, and shape; we find it so much
easier to fancy the chance of a tree. Even in the midst of the
most remarkable experiences, we still do just the same; we
fabricate the greater part of the experience, and can hardly be
made to contemplate any event, EXCEPT as "inventors" thereof. All
this goes to prove that from our fundamental nature and from
remote ages we have been--ACCUSTOMED TO LYING. Or, to express it
more politely and hypocritically, in short, more pleasantly--one
is much more of an artist than one is aware of.--In an animated
Beyond Good and Evil |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: seem, at first, to pass all belief.
The power which she undoubtedly wields over the revolutionary party
took its rise, madame, in a struggle which they formerly had together.
In 1793 that amiable party were bent on cutting her throat. Driven
from her convent, and convicted of harboring a "refractory" priest,
she was incarcerated, arraigned before the Revolutionary tribunal, and
condemned to death. The matter was reported to Danton, a native of
Arcis, and then a member of the National Convention. Danton had known
Mother Marie-des-Anges; he thought her the most virtuous and
enlightened woman he had ever met. Hearing of her condemnation, he was
furiously angry, and wrote, as they said in those days, a high-horse
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac: eyebrows; the eyes themselves, of a dull blue, were cold and wan; and
her mouth was so formed as to show the teeth, which were crooked, but
as white as those of a dog.
"Here, my good woman!" called Monsieur de Sucy.
She came very slowly to the gate, looking with a silly expression at
the two huntsmen, the sight of whom brought a forced and painful smile
to her face.
"Where are we? Whose house is this? Who are you? Do you belong here?"
To these questions and several others which the two friends
alternately addressed to her, she answered only with guttural sounds
that seemed more like the growl of an animal than the voice of a human
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