|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:
milk, dear. Do come; you'll find Vandeuvres here when we return."
Blanche got up lazily. This time the banker's fiery face grew white
with annoyance at the idea of having to take that big wench with him
too. She was certain to bore him. But the two women had already
got him by the arms and were reiterating:
"We want them to milk the cow before our eyes, you know."
At the Varietes they were giving the thirty-fourth performance of
the Blonde Venus. The first act had just finished, and in the
greenroom Simonne, dressed as the little laundress, was standing in
front of a console table, surmounted by a looking glass and situated
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran:
for of the unforeseen we were not keepers!"
'Ask then in the city where we were, and of the caravan in which
we approached it, for, verily, we tell the truth.'
Said he, 'Nay, your souls have induced you to do this thing. But
patience is fair. It may be that God will give me them all
together;- verily, He is knowing, wise.'
And he turned away from them and said, 'O my lament for Joseph!' and
his eyes grew white with grief, for he repressed (his woe).
They said, 'By God! thou wilt not cease to remember Joseph till thou
art at the point of death, or art of those who perish!'
Said he, 'I only complain of my emotion and my grief to God, for I
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor:
arms over each other's backs and their brown locks mixed together,
read from the same book: their father sat in the ancient rocking-
chair before the fire, with his feet upon a stool. The housekeeper
and hired man had gone to bed, and all was still in the house.
John waited until he heard the volume closed, and then spoke.
"Boys," he said, "let me have a bit of talk with you. I don't seem
to get over my ailments rightly,--never will, maybe. A man must
think of things while there's time, and say them when they HAVE
to be said. I don't know as there's any particular hurry in my
case; only, we never can tell, from one day to another. When
I die, every thing will belong to you two, share and share alike,