| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: little interest taken by the court of France in the terrible
events which had occurred in England, which they thought
should have arrested the attention of all Europe.
In fact, aside from a poor widow and a royal orphan who wept
in the corner of the Louvre, no one appeared to be aware
that Charles I. had ever lived and that he had perished on
the scaffold.
The two friends made an appointment for ten o'clock on the
following day; for though the night was well advanced when
they reached the door of the hotel, Aramis said that he had
certain important visits to make and left Athos to enter
Twenty Years After |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: And guard all passage to the tree of life:
Lest Paradise a receptacle prove
To Spirits foul, and all my trees their prey;
With whose stolen fruit Man once more to delude.
He ceased; and the arch-angelick Power prepared
For swift descent; with him the cohort bright
Of watchful Cherubim: four faces each
Had, like a double Janus; all their shape
Spangled with eyes more numerous than those
Of Argus, and more wakeful than to drouse,
Charmed with Arcadian pipe, the pastoral reed
Paradise Lost |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: boys. Sammy had asked her why she did not laugh any more. Now she understood
the mad antics of Tige that morning; Madcap's whinney of delight; the
chattering of the squirrels, and Caesar's pranks in the snow. She had
neglected her pets. She had neglected her work, her friends, the boys'
lessons; and her brother. For what? What would her girl friends say? That she
was pining for a lover who had forgotten her. They would say that and it would
be true. She did think of him constantly.
With bitter pain she recalled the first days of the acquaintance which now
seemed so long past; how much she had disliked Alfred; how angry she had been
with him and how contemptuously she had spurned his first proffer of
friendship; how, little by little, her pride had been subdued; then the
Betty Zane |
