| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: falseness of her position in the midst of a court noted for its
gallantry contributed much, no doubt, to draw a veil of melancholy
over a face where the charms and the vivacity of love must have shone
in earlier days. Obliged to repress the naive impulses and emotions of
a woman when she simply feels them instead of reflecting about them,
passion was still virgin in the depths of her heart. Her principal
attraction came, in fact, from this innate youth, which sometimes,
however, played her false, and gave to her ideas an innocent
expression of desire. Her manner and appearance commanded respect, but
there was always in her bearing, in her voice, a sort of looking
forward to some unknown future, as in girlhood. The most insensible
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne: "South. Look! a typhoon is coming up."
"Glad it's a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us forward."
"Oh, if you take it that way," said John Bunsby, "I've nothing more to say."
John Bunsby's suspicions were confirmed. At a less advanced season of the year
the typhoon, according to a famous meteorologist, would have passed away
like a luminous cascade of electric flame; but in the winter equinox
it was to be feared that it would burst upon them with great violence.
The pilot took his precautions in advance. He reefed all sail,
the pole-masts were dispensed with; all hands went forward to the bows.
A single triangular sail, of strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib,
so as to hold the wind from behind. Then they waited.
Around the World in 80 Days |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: he had faintly heard, in lower parts of the temple while absorbed
in the old priest's conversation. He recalled, too, the evilly
hungry way in which an especially impudent young Zoog had regarded
a small black kitten in the cobbled street outside. And because
he loved nothing on earth more than small black kittens, he stooped
and petted the sleek cats of Ulthar as they licked their chops,
and did not mourn because those inquisitive Zoogs would escort
him no farther.
It was sunset now, so Carter stopped at an ancient
inn on a steep little street overlooking the lower town. And as
he went out on the balcony of his room and gazed down at the sea
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
