| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: whose names have been handed down to us in goodly ballads
of the olden time.
But now all the benches were filled with guests, lord and lady,
burgher and dame, when at last the Sheriff himself came with his lady,
he riding with stately mien upon his milk-white horse and she
upon her brown filly. Upon his head he wore a purple velvet cap,
and purple velvet was his robe, all trimmed about with rich ermine;
his jerkin and hose were of sea-green silk, and his shoes
of black velvet, the pointed toes fastened to his garters
with golden chains. A golden chain hung about his neck,
and at his collar was a great carbuncle set in red gold.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: strange and fearful to a Spirit of the sea."
They would not listen; and drew nearer, saying, while bright sparks
showered from their lips, "We will not let you go, for you have
promised to be ours if the gems you brought proved worthless; so fling
away this cold white cloak, and bathe with us in the fire fountains,
and help us bring back to our bosom flames the light we gave you
for the child."
Then Ripple sank down on the burning floor, and felt that her life
was nearly done; for she well knew the hot air of the fire-palace
would be death to her. The Spirits gathered round, and began to lift
her mantle off; but underneath they saw the pearl chain, shining with
Flower Fables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: the rings containing stones of marvelous beauty which sparkled on his
fingers, like the brilliants in a river of gems around a woman's neck.
Lastly, this species of Japanese idol had constantly upon his blue
lips, a fixed, unchanging smile, the shadow of an implacable and
sneering laugh, like that of a death's head. As silent and motionless
as a statue, he exhaled the musk-like odor of the old dresses which a
duchess' heirs exhume from her wardrobe during the inventory. If the
old man turned his eyes toward the company, it seemed that the
movements of those globes, no longer capable of reflecting a gleam,
were accomplished by an almost imperceptible effort; and, when the
eyes stopped, he who was watching them was not certain finally that
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