| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac: into inner depths unsuspected by those dearest to them; and with them,
when anguish forces its way to the surface and is visible, it is only
after a mighty upheaval. David's nature was one of these. Eve had
thoroughly understood the noble character of the man. But now that the
depths had been stirred, David's father took the wave of anguish that
passed over his son's features for a child's trick, an attempt to "get
round" his father, and his bitter grief for mortification over the
failure of the attempt. Father and son parted in anger.
David and Kolb reached Angouleme on the stroke of midnight. They came
back on foot, and steathily, like burglars. Before one o'clock in the
morning David was installed in the impenetrable hiding-place prepared
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: the terrace.
"My digestion is so troublesome!" he replied; "see! my color is almost
as high as yours."
Rigou's appearance on the terrace was the sign for an explosion of
jovial greetings on the part of the assembled company.
"And how may the lord of Blangy be?" said little Sarcus, justice of
the peace.
"Lord!" replied Rigou, bitterly, "I am not even cock of my own village
now."
"The hens don't say so, scamp!" exclaimed Madame Soudry, tapping her
fan on his arm.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Reminiscences of Tolstoy by Leo Tolstoy: always he who killed.
It would be late, often dark, when we got back home.
"ANNA KARÉNINA"
I REMEMBER my father writing his alphabet and reading-book in
1871 and 1872, but I cannot at all remember his beginning "Anna
Karénina." I probably knew nothing about it at the time.
What did it matter to a boy of seven what his father was writing?
It was only later, when one kept hearing the name again and
again, and bundles of proofs kept arriving, and were sent off
almost every day, that I understood that "Anna Karénina"
was the name of the novel on which my father and mother were both
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