| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: "Bless you! Bless you!" said the rich man.
"Yes, yes; blessings are very good, but I would like to have my
two thousand golden angels," said Simon Agricola.
"Two thousand golden angels! I said nothing about two thousand
golden angels," said the rich man; "two thousand fiddlesticks!"
said he. "Pooh! Pooh! You must have been dreaming! See, here are
two hundred silver pennies, and that is enough and more than
enough for six drops of medicine."
"I want my two thousand golden angels," said Simon Agricola.
"You will get nothing but two hundred pennies," said the rich
man.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe: dared not--I dared not speak! We have put her living in
the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell
you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin.
I heard them--many, many days ago--yet I dared not--I dared
not speak! And now--to-night--Ethelred--ha! ha!--the breaking
of the hermit's door, and the death-cry of the dragon, and the
clangour of the shield!--say, rather, the rending of her coffin,
and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her
struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh whither
shall I fly? Will she not be here anon? Is she not hurrying to
upbraid me for my haste? Have I not heard her footsteps on the
The Fall of the House of Usher |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: her, to talk to her, to listen to her gave him such keen emotions that
often a slight delay, a trifling fear would throw him into a violent
fever. In him there was nought but soul, and in order that the weak,
debilitated body should not be destroyed by the keen emotions of that
soul, Etienne needed silence, caresses, peace in the landscape, and
the love of a woman. For the time being, his mother gave him the love
and the caresses; flowers and books entranced his solitude; his little
kingdom of sand and shells, algae and verdure seemed to him a
universe, ever fresh and new.
Etienne imbibed all the benefits of this physical and absolutely
innocent life, this mental and moral life so poetically extended. A
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