|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare:
And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.
Lysander, What remoou'd? Lysander, Lord,
What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?
Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare:
Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.
No, then I well perceiue you are not nye,
Either death or you Ile finde immediately.
Enter the Clownes.
Bot. Are we all met?
A Midsummer Night's Dream
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
imperative self-command, and running back, her footfalls soundless
on the rich, heavy rug, she picked up the plush-lined necklace case.
She dropped this again, open, on the floor, halfway between the
safe and the window. With the case apparently burst open as it
fell, and the necklace also on the floor, the stage would be set!
She felt inside her bodice, drew out the necklace - and as she stood
there holding it, and as it caught the light and flashed back its
fire and life from a thousand facets, a numbness seemed to come
stealing over her, and a horror, and a great fear, and a dismay
that robbed her of power of movement until it seemed that she was
rooted to the spot, and a low, gasping cry came from her lips. Her
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac:
warmly, and may go down herself. I will only add one word: Distrust
the sub-prefect, whom I think capable of working this candidate, this
Simon Giguet, into a support for himself with the president of the
council. If you want letters, powers, credentials, write to me."
"And those twenty-five thousand francs?" said Maxime.
"Sign this note to the order of du Tillet, and here's the money."
"I shall succeed," said the count, "and you may tell the king that the
deputy of Arcis shall belong to him body and soul. If I fail, I give
you leave to abandon me."
An hour later Maxime de Trailles was in his tilbury on the road to