|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith:
As he lifted her hand to his lips. 'Twas a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth,
Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless, in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as Sorrow has cross'd the life-line in the palm?
The more that he look'd, that he listen'd, the more
He discover'd perfections unnoticed before.
Less salient than once, less poetic, perchance,
This woman who thus had survived the romance
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift:
showed me a vast number of flies most beautifully coloured,
wherewith he fed his spiders, assuring us "that the webs would
take a tincture from them; and as he had them of all hues, he
hoped to fit everybody's fancy, as soon as he could find proper
food for the flies, of certain gums, oils, and other glutinous
matter, to give a strength and consistence to the threads."
There was an astronomer, who had undertaken to place a sun-dial
upon the great weathercock on the town-house, by adjusting the
annual and diurnal motions of the earth and sun, so as to answer
and coincide with all accidental turnings of the wind.
I was complaining of a small fit of the colic, upon which my
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac:
stopped her horse on the brink of the ditch.
"I was hiding there, madame. The ground is so resonant that when my
ear was against it I could hear the horses of the gendarmerie, or even
the footsteps of the soldiers, which are always peculiar. That gave me
time to escape up the Gabou to a place where I had a horse, and I
always managed to put several miles between myself and my pursuers.
Catherine used to bring me food during the night; if she did not find
me I always found the bread and wine in a hole covered with a rock."
This recollection of his wandering and criminal life, which might have
injured Farrabesche with some persons, met with the most indulgent
pity from Madame Graslin. She rode hastily on toward the Gabou,