|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac:
'Monsieur, you ought not to play at bouillotte.'
"Did you make the rules of the game of ambition? Why did I tell you to
be a match for society?--Because, in these days, society by degrees
has usurped so many rights over the individual, that the individual is
compelled to act in self-defence. There is no question of laws now,
their place has been taken by custom, which is to say grimacings, and
forms must always be observed."
Lucien started with surprise.
"Ah, my child!" said the priest, afraid that he had shocked Lucien's
innocence; "did you expect to find the Angel Gabriel in an Abbe loaded
with all the iniquities of the diplomacy and counter-diplomacy of two
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche:
longer despise himself.
Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
"What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?"--so
asketh the last man and blinketh.
The earth hath then become small, and on it there hoppeth the last man who
maketh everything small. His species is ineradicable like that of the
ground-flea; the last man liveth longest.
"We have discovered happiness"--say the last men, and blink thereby.
They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth.
One still loveth one's neighbour and rubbeth against him; for one needeth
Thus Spake Zarathustra
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
station; I smuggled it there yesterday."
Clara clung to him and hid her face against his shoulder.
"Not tonight," she whispered. "Sit here and talk to me tonight.
I don't want to go anywhere tonight. I may never love you like
Nils laughed through his teeth. "You can't come that on me.
That's not my way, Clara Vavrika. Eric's mare is over there
behind the stacks, and I'm off on the midnight. It's goodbye, or
off across the world with me. My carriage won't wait. I've
written a letter to Olaf, I'll mail it in town. When he reads it
he won't bother us--not if I know him. He'd rather have the
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories