|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London:
waited at that strategic point. So it happened that Floyd
Vanderlip, riding his sled merrily down with the last daylight,
received the notes together. He tore Freda's across. No, he
would not go to see her. There were greater things afoot that
night. Besides, she was out of the running. But Mrs. Eppingwell!
He would observe her last wish,--or rather, the last wish it would
be possible for him to observe,--and meet her at the Governor's
ball to hear what she had to say. From the tone of the writing it
was evidently important; perhaps-- He smiled fondly, but failed to
shape the thought. Confound it all, what a lucky fellow he was
with the women any way! Scattering her letter to the frost, he
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac:
the very feet of Juana, who took no notice of him. The Marana sprang
upon him, and this time, resolved not to miss her prey, she caught him
by the throat.
"I am free and I will marry her! I swear it, by God, by my mother, by
all there is most sacred in the world; I am a bachelor; I will marry
her, on my honor!"
And he bit the arm of the courtesan.
"Mother," said Juana, "kill him. He is so base that I will not have
him for my husband, were he ten times as beautiful."
"Ah! I recognize my daughter!" cried the mother.
"What is all this?" demanded the quartermaster, entering the room.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac:
shall then see the most curious of all the originals."
"Who is he?" asked Gazonal, while Leon went to speak to Publicola
"An artist-pedicure," replied Bixiou, "author of a 'Treatise on
Corporistics,' who cuts your corns by subscription, and who, if the
Republications triumph for six months, will assuredly become
"Drives his carriage!" ejaculated Gazonal.
"But, my good Gazonal, it is only millionaires who have time to go
afoot in Paris."
"To the Chamber!" cried Leon to the coachman, getting back into the