| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: creatures; and the twofold action of the human organism, which is now
ascertained beyond dispute, proves by a mass of evidence in daily life
how true were Lambert's deductions as to Action and Reaction.
The inner Being, the Being of Action--the word he used to designate an
unknown specialization--the mysterious nexus of fibrils to which we
owe the inadequately investigated powers of thought and will--in
short, the nameless entity which sees, acts, foresees the end, and
accomplishes everything before expressing itself in any physical
phenomenon--must, in conformity with its nature, be free from the
physical conditions by which the external Being of Reaction, the
visible man, is fettered in its manifestation. From this followed a
Louis Lambert |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: I had never in my younger days been a notable runner; for Smith I
cannot speak. But I am confident that the next half-mile was done
in time that would not have disgraced a crack man. Not once again did
either of us look back. Yard upon yard we raced forward together.
My heart seemed to be bursting. My leg muscles throbbed with pain.
At last, with the empty cottage in sight, it came to that pass with me
when another three yards looks as unattainable as three miles.
Once I stumbled.
"My God!" came from Smith weakly.
But I recovered myself. Bare feet pattered close upon our heels,
and panting breaths told how even Fu-Manchu's bloodhounds were hard
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: A lean black cat, looking as if it had battened on strange
meats, slipped past me. A little boy at a window put his
finger to his nose in so offensive a manner that I was put
upon my dignity, and turned grandly off to read old epitaphs
and peer through the gratings into the shadow of vaults.
Just then I saw two women coming down a path, one of them
old, and the other younger, with a child in her arms. Both
had faces eaten with famine and hardened with sin, and both
had reached that stage of degradation, much lower in a woman
than a man, when all care for dress is lost. As they came
down they neared a grave, where some pious friend or relative
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