| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: With unexperienced thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me: I started back,
It started back; but pleased I soon returned,
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love: There I had fixed
Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire,
Had not a voice thus warned me; 'What thou seest,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: as if to bid Gaston be seated. He sat down, and she turned her face
questioningly towards him. Words cannot describe the subtlety of the
winning charm and inquiry in that gesture; deliberate in its
kindliness, gracious yet accurate in expression, it was the outcome of
early education and of a constant use and wont of the graciousness of
life. These movements of hers, so swift, so deft, succeeded each other
by the blending of a pretty woman's fastidious carelessness with the
high-bred manner of a great lady.
Mme. de Beauseant stood out in such strong contrast against the
automatons among whom he had spent two months of exile in that out-of-
the-world district of Normandy, that he could not but find in her the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: looking backward. Tull's white horse mounted the ridge of round
stone, and several bays or blacks followed. "I wonder what he'll
think when he sees them empty guns. Jane, bring your saddle-bag
and climb after me."
A glistening, wonderful bare slope, with little holes, swelled up
and up to lose itself in a frowning yellow cliff. Jane closely
watched her steps and climbed behind Lassiter. He moved slowly.
Perhaps he was only husbanding his strength. But she saw drops of
blood on the stone, and then she knew. They climbed and climbed
without looking back. Her breast labored; she began to feel as if
little points of fiery steel were penetrating her side into her
Riders of the Purple Sage |
