| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: of Madame de Dey, but also her last relation, the only being in the
world to whom the fears and hopes and joys of her life could be
naturally attached.
The late Comte de Dey was the last surviving scion of his family, and
she herself was the sole heiress of her own. Human interests and
projects combined, therefore, with the noblest deeds of the soul to
exalt in this mother's heart a sentiment that is always so strong in
the hearts of women. She had brought up this son with the utmost
difficulty, and with infinite pains, which rendered the youth still
dearer to her; a score of times the doctors had predicted his death,
but, confident in her own presentiments, her own unfailing hope, she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: part, I preferred the solitary dwelling. Moreover, it will commonly
be cheaper to build the whole yourself than to convince another of
the advantage of the common wall; and when you have done this, the
common partition, to be much cheaper, must be a thin one, and that
other may prove a bad neighbor, and also not keep his side in
repair. The only co-operation which is commonly possible is
exceedingly partial and superficial; and what little true
co-operation there is, is as if it were not, being a harmony
inaudible to men. If a man has faith, he will co-operate with equal
faith everywhere; if he has not faith, he will continue to live like
the rest of the world, whatever company he is joined to. To
Walden |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: Orde caught the aroma of tobacco and the glimmer of light to the
left. Without reply he turned the knob of the door and entered the
library.
There he found Newmark in evening dress, seated in a low easy chair
beneath a lamp, smoking, and reading a magazine. At Orde's
appearance in the doorway, he looked up calmly, his paper knife
poised, keeping the place.
"Oh, it's you, Orde," said he.
"Your man told me you were not in," said Orde.
"He was mistaken. Won't you sit down?"
Orde entered the room and mechanically obeyed Newmark's suggestion,
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