| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: their tops glittering in the sunlight, against a tiny patch of blue
sky.
Clouds of mist, rolling over the floor of the forest, kept
interrupting his view. In their silent passage they were like
phantoms flitting among the trees. The leaves underneath him were
sodden, and heavy drops of moisture splashed onto his head from time
to time.
He continued lying there, trying to reconstruct the events of the
preceding day. His brain was lethargic and confused. Something
terrible had happened, but what it was he could not for a long time
recollect. Then suddenly there came before his eyes that ghastly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac: smiles and glances fascinate. If this condition, which comes from the
soul, can give attraction even to a plain woman, with what radiance
does it not invest a woman of natural elegance, distinguished bearing,
fair, fresh, with sparkling eyes, and dressed in a taste that wrings
approval from artists and her bitterest rivals.
Have you ever, for your happiness, met a woman whose harmonious voice
gives to her speech the same charm that emanates from her manners? a
woman who knows how to speak and to be silent, whose words are happily
chosen, whose language is pure, and who concerns herself in your
interests with delicacy? Her raillery is caressing, her criticism
never wounds; she neither discourses nor argues, but she likes to lead
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: not raise himself to his master, to compel his master to come down to
his level! Jules was harsh and hard to him. Another fault. But he
suffered so deeply! His life till then so upright, so pure, was
becoming crafty; he was to scheme and lie. Clemence was scheming and
lying. This to him was a moment of horrible disgust. Lost in a flood
of bitter feelings, Jules stood motionless at the door of his house.
Yielding to despair, he thought of fleeing, of leaving France forever,
carrying with him the illusions of uncertainty. Then, again, not
doubting that the letter Clemence had just posted was addressed to
Ferragus, his mind searched for a means of obtaining the answer that
mysterious being was certain to send. Then his thoughts began to
Ferragus |
