| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: gossip.
"Countess Apraksina, poor thing, has lost her husband and she has
cried her eyes out," she said, growing more and more lively.
As she became animated the prince looked at her more and more
sternly, and suddenly, as if he had studied her sufficiently and had
formed a definite idea of her, he turned away and addressed Michael
Ivanovich.
"Well, Michael Ivanovich, our Bonaparte will be having a bad time of
it. Prince Andrew" (he always spoke thus of his son) "has been telling
me what forces are being collected against him! While you and I
never thought much of him."
War and Peace |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: If I thought that the Count's power over her would die away
equally with her power of knowledge it would be a happy thought.
But I am afraid that it may not be so.
When she did speak, her words were enigmatical, "Something is going out.
I can feel it pass me like a cold wind. I can hear, far off, confused sounds,
as of men talking in strange tongues, fierce falling water, and the howling
of wolves." She stopped and a shudder ran through her, increasing in
intensity for a few seconds, till at the end, she shook as though in a palsy.
She said no more, even in answer to the Professor's imperative questioning.
When she woke from the trance, she was cold, and exhausted, and languid,
but her mind was all alert. She could not remember anything, but asked
Dracula |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Edingburgh Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson: sub-arctic sunsets, with the profile of the city stamped
in indigo upon a sky of luminous green. The wind may
still be cold, but there is a briskness in the air that
stirs good blood. People do not all look equally sour
and downcast. They fall into two divisions: one, the
knight of the blue face and hollow paunch, whom Winter
has gotten by the vitals; the other well lined with New-
year's fare, conscious of the touch of cold on his
periphery, but stepping through it by the glow of his
internal fires. Such an one I remember, triply cased in
grease, whom no extremity of temperature could vanquish.
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