| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain: The principal of the Institution begged him to be seated and listen
to the recitations that were going on. He accordingly obeyed
the request, and seemed to be much pleased. After the school
was dismissed, and the young hearts regained their freedom,
with the songs of the evening, laughing at the anticipated pleasures
of a happy home, while others tittered at the actions of the past day,
he addressed the teacher in a tone that indicated a resolution--
with an undaunted mind. He said he had determined to become
a student, if he could meet with his approbation. "Sir," said he,
"I have spent much time in the world. I have traveled among
the uncivilized inhabitants of America. I have met with friends,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: their valleys they said, 'This is a cloud to give us rain.' 'Nay,
but it is what ye sought to hasten on-a wind in which is grievous
torment; it will destroy everything at the order of its Lord!' And
in the morning naught was seen save their dwellings. Thus do we reward
the sinful people!
We had established them in what we have established you, and we made
for them hearing and eyesight and hearts; but neither their hearing
nor their eyesight nor their hearts availed them aught, since they did
gainsay the signs of God, and that encompassed them whereat they had
mocked.
And we destroyed the cities that are around you:-and we turned about
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac: harshness with which I met you on your return; a mother ought to
rejoice that her son is so well loved--"
She laid her head for a moment on my breast, repeating the words,
"Forgive me! oh, forgive me!" in a voice that was neither her girlish
voice with its joyous notes, nor the woman's voice with despotic
endings; not the sighing sound of the mother's woe, but an agonizing
new voice for new sorrows.
"You, Felix," she presently continued, growing animated; "you are the
friend who can do no wrong. Ah! you have lost nothing in my heart; do
not blame yourself, do not feel the least remorse. It was the height
of selfishness in me to ask you to sacrifice the joys of life to an
The Lily of the Valley |
