| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: Cheetah, long after you had left me to follow your dreams. . . .
Even now I am drifting further into lies and the last shreds of
dignity drop from me; a dirty, lost, and shameful leopard I am now,
who was once clean and bright. . . . You could come back, Cheetah,
and you could save me yet. If you would love me. . . ."
In certain moods she could wring his heart by such imagined
speeches, the very quality of her voice was in them, a softness that
his ear had loved, and not only could she distress him, but when
Benham was in this heartache mood, when once she had set him going,
then his little mother also would rise against him, touchingly
indignant, with her blue eyes bright with tears; and his frowsty
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: guarantee for moderation in the use of the thing demanded.
And, be it always remembered, that in introducing these men into the
"balance of the Constitution," we introduce no unknown quantity.
Statesmen ought to know them, if they know themselves; to judge what
the working man would do by what they do themselves. He who imputes
virtues to his own class imputes them also to the labouring class.
He who imputes vices to the labouring class, imputes them to his own
class. For both are not only of the same flesh and blood, but, what
is infinitely more important, of the same spirit; of the same race;
in innumerable cases, of the same ancestors. For centuries past the
most able of these men have been working upwards into the middle
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: for the steps of so great a man. The trees themselves looked brushed
and combed, and the lawns had just been mown. The pure country air
wafted to the nostrils a most enticing smell of cooking. All things
about the mansion seemed to say:
"We have a great artist among us."
Little old Vervelle himself rolled like an apple through his park, the
daughter meandered like an eel, the mother followed with dignified
step. These three beings never let go for one moment of Pierre Grassou
for seven hours. After dinner, the length of which equalled its
magnificence, Monsieur and Madame Vervelle reached the moment of their
grand theatrical effect,--the opening of the picture gallery
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