| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: indeed that could hear unmoved that cry of anguish that, like a
pebble thrown over a precipice, revealed the depths of his
despair.
"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to
sell," and the Countess burst into tears.
Delphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder,
and cried too.
"Then it is all true," she said.
Anastasie bowed her head, Mme. de Nucingen flung her arms about
her, kissed her tenderly, and held her sister to her heart.
"I shall always love you and never judge you, Nasie," she said.
Father Goriot |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum: been searching for her ever since, but never can I find
her," continued poor Tommy Kwikstep, sadly "I suppose,
said the Tin Owl, blinking at him, "you can travel
very fast, with those twenty legs."
"At first I was able to," was the reply; "but I
traveled so much, searching for the fairy, or witch, or
whatever she was, that I soon got corns on my toes.
Now, a corn on one toe is not so bad, but when you have
a hundred toes -- as I have -- and get corns on most of
them, it is far from pleasant. Instead of running, I
now painfully crawl, and although I try not to be
The Tin Woodman of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: they grow in. The stones extend a rod or two into the water, and
then the bottom is pure sand, except in the deepest parts, where
there is usually a little sediment, probably from the decay of the
leaves which have been wafted on to it so many successive falls, and
a bright green weed is brought up on anchors even in midwinter.
We have one other pond just like this, White Pond, in Nine Acre
Corner, about two and a half miles westerly; but, though I am
acquainted with most of the ponds within a dozen miles of this
centre I do not know a third of this pure and well-like character.
Successive nations perchance have drank at, admired, and fathomed
it, and passed away, and still its water is green and pellucid as
Walden |
