|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac:
old rogue. Opinion fluctuated. Sometimes, according to Vautrin,
who came about this time to live in the Maison Vauquer, Father
Goriot was a man who went on 'Change and DABBLED (to use the
sufficiently expressive language of the Stock Exchange) in stocks
and shares after he had ruined himself by heavy speculation.
Sometimes it was held that he was one of those petty gamblers who
nightly play for small stakes until they win a few francs. A
theory that he was a detective in the employ of the Home Office
found favor at one time, but Vautrin urged that "Goriot was not
sharp enough for one of that sort." There were yet other
solutions; Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
I should have noticed how anxious my travelling companion was to have
me drink it.
"Who could the man have been? He was so polite, so fatherly in his
anxiety about me. I have not seen him since then. And yet I feel
that it is he who has brought me into this trap, a trap from which
I may never escape alive. I will describe him. He is very tall,
stout and blond, and wears a long heavy beard, which is slightly
mixed with grey. On his right cheek his beard only partly hides a
long scar. His eyes are hidden by large smoked glasses. His voice
is low and gentle, his manners most correct - except for his giving
people poison or whatever else it was in that tea.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare:
Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!
Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
Must be digested, give a favour from you,
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come.--
[BERTRAM gives a ring to Lafeu.]
By my old beard,
And every hair that's on 't, Helen, that's dead,