| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: the point towards which she was hurrying.
"Ha!" he cried, "you said you were going to Florigny, but you are in
the valley of Gibarry! I am a fool, she has tricked me! No matter, I
can light my lamp by day as well as by night."
Corentin, satisfied that he knew the place of the lovers' rendezvous,
returned in all haste to the little square, which Hulot, resolved not
to wait any longer, was just quitting to rejoin his troops.
"Halt, general!" he cried to the commandant, who turned round.
He then told Hulot the events relating to the marquis and Mademoiselle
de Verneuil, and showed him the scheme of which he held a thread.
Hulot, struck by his perspicacity, seized him by the arm.
The Chouans |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: And again, the husband who is toiling for the support of the
family, he is thinking and working and toiling and suffering
for a 'self' which includes his wife and children. Do you
mean that the whole family is his "body"? Or a man belongs
to some society, to a church or to a social league of some kind,
and his activities are largely ruled by the interests of this
larger group. Or he sacrifices his life--as many have been doing
of late--with extraordinary bravery and heroism for the sake
of the nation to which he belongs. Must we say then that
the whole nation is really a part of the man's body? Or again,
he gives his life and goes to the stake for his religion. Whether
Pagan and Christian Creeds |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: There was a strange difference between the behavior of the folk in the
bows and that of the rich or great people at the other end of the
boat. The young mother clasped her infant tightly to her breast every
time that a great wave threatened to engulf the fragile vessel; but
she clung to the hope that the stranger's words had set in her heart.
Each time that the eyes turned to his face she drew fresh faith at the
sight, the strong faith of a helpless woman, a mother's faith. She
lived by that divine promise, the loving words from his lips; the
simple creature waited trustingly for them to be fulfilled, and
scarcely feared the danger any longer.
The soldier, holding fast to the vessel's side, never took his eyes
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