| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: the wrath of the gods, terrified him, and he leaned heavily against
the balcony railing, his eyes fixed, his head resting upon his hands.
Presently he felt a light touch upon his shoulder. He turned, and saw
Herodias standing beside him. A purple robe enveloped her, falling to
her sandaled feet. Having left her chamber hurriedly, she wore no
jewels nor other ornaments. A thick tress of rippling black hair hung
over her shoulder and hid itself in her bosom; her nostrils, a little
too large for beauty, quivered with triumph, and her face was alight
with joy. She gently shook the tetrarch's shoulder, and exclaimed
exultantly:
"Caesar is our friend! Agrippa has been imprisoned!"
Herodias |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: letter, and tie the strings again when the arras at the door-way
was thrust suddenly aside, and a tall thin squire of about twenty
came forth, said some words to the young men upon the bench, and
then withdrew again. Instantly the squires arose and took their
station beside the door-way. A sudden hush fell upon all in the
room, and the men-at-arms stood in a line against the wall, stiff
and erect as though all at once transformed to figures of iron.
Once more the arras was drawn back, and in the hush Myles heard
voices in the other room.
"My Lord cometh," whispered Gascoyne in his ear, and Myles felt
his heart leap in answer.
Men of Iron |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: But I will go and sit beside the doors,
And make a wild petition night and day,
Until they hate to hear me like a wind
Wailing for ever, till they open to me,
And lay my little blossom at my feet,
My babe, my sweet Aglaļa, my one child:
And I will take her up and go my way,
And satisfy my soul with kissing her:
Ah! what might that man not deserve of me
Who gave me back my child?' 'Be comforted,'
Said Cyril, 'you shall have it:' but again
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