| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: on a girl's cheek during her careless years. Darker shadows, with here
and there a redder vein, took the place of color, symptomatic of an
energetic temper and nervous irritability, such as many men do not
like to meet with in a wife, while to others they are an indication of
the most sensitive chastity and passion mingled with pride.
As soon as Louis saw Mademoiselle de Villenoix, he discerned the angel
within. The richest powers of his soul, and his tendency to ecstatic
reverie, every faculty within him was at once concentrated in
boundless love, the first love of a young man, a passion which is
strong indeed in all, but which in him was raised to incalculable
power by the perennial ardor of his senses, the character of his
Louis Lambert |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: do. And when their philosophers arose, and told them that
God was One, they would not listen, but loved their idols,
and their wicked idol feasts, till they all came to ruin.
But we will talk of such sad things no more.
But, at the time of which this little book speaks, they had
not fallen as low as that. They worshipped no idols, as far
as I can find; and they still believed in the last six of the
ten commandments, and knew well what was right and what was
wrong. And they believed (and that was what gave them
courage) that the gods loved men, and taught them, and that
without the gods men were sure to come to ruin. And in that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father
A childlike office.
Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
Glou. He did bewray his practice, and receiv'd
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.
Corn. Is he pursued?
Glou. Ay, my good lord.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
King Lear |
