|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy:
hopelessly lost and by this time probably lying somewhere under
a dozen inches of snow); then as was his custom when going out
of his shop to buy grain from the peasants, he pulled his
girdle low down and tightened it and prepared for action. The
first thing that occurred to him was to free Mukhorty's leg
from the rein. Having done that, and tethered him to the iron
cramp at the front of the sledge where he had been before, he
was going round the horse's quarters to put the breechband and
pad straight and cover him with the cloth, but at that moment
he noticed that something was moving in the sledge and Nikita's
head rose up out of the snow that covered it. Nikita, who was
Master and Man
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft:
and European Universities, which evoked so much comment during
the next few years.
I did not at any time suffer from a lack
of learned contacts, for my case had a mild celebrity among the
psychologists of the period. I was lectured upon as a typical
example of secondary personality - even though I seemed to puzzle
the lecturers now and then with some bizarre symptoms or some
queer trace of carefully veiled mockery.
Of real friendliness,
however, I encountered little. Something in my aspect and speech
seemed to excite vague fears and aversions in every one I met,
Shadow out of Time
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac:
to the right of the gate, and, without making any noise, passed before
the marquis as rapidly as the shadow of a cloud. This vision made him
mute with surprise.
"Why, Albon, what's the matter?" asked the colonel.
"I am rubbing my eyes to know if I am asleep or awake," replied the
marquis, with his face close to the iron rails as he tried to get
another sight of the phantom.
"She must be beneath that fig-tree," he said, pointing to the foliage
of a tree which rose above the wall to the left of the gate.
"How can I tell?" replied Monsieur d'Albon. "A strange woman rose up