| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Firm of Nucingen by Honore de Balzac: irreproachable gloves and ties, the men who do not blush to marry a
woman for her money, proclaim the necessity of a complete separation
of sentiment and interest. The other sort are lunatics that love and
imagine that they and the woman they love are the only two beings in
the world; for them millions are dirt; the glove or the camellia
flower that She wore is worth millions. If the squandered filthy lucre
is never to be found again in their possession, you find the remains
of floral relics hoarded in dainty cedar-wood boxes. They cannot
distinguish themselves one from the other; for them there is no 'I'
left. THOU--that is their Word made flesh. What can you do? Can you
stop the course of this 'hidden disease of the heart'? There are fools
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Four Arthurian Romances by Chretien DeTroyes: bar. As soon as they were outside the tower, they see that a
fierce strife was already begun down in the meadows, and that
there are at least a thousand knights engaged, beside the
low-bred infantry. While they were descending to the plain, the
wise and moderate son of the vavasor remarked: "Sire, before we
arrive upon the field, it would be wise for us, it seems to me,
to find out and learn on which side our people are. I do not
know where they are placed, but I will go and find out, if you
wish it so." "I wish you would do so," he replies, "go quickly,
and do not fail to come back again at once." He goes and returns
at once, saying: "It has turned out well for us, for I have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: and his neck awry! If he were good-looking, anyway -- but he,
tfoo! he is as ugly as Satan!"
The sexton took breath, wiped his lips and listened. The bell was
not to be heard, but the wind banged on the roof, and again there
came a tinkle in the darkness.
"And it's the same thing now!" Savely went on. "It's not for
nothing the postman is lost! Blast my eyes if the postman isn't
looking for you! Oh, the devil is a good hand at his work; he is
a fine one to help! He will turn him round and round and bring
him here. I know, I see! You can't conceal it, you devil's
bauble, you heathen wanton! As soon as the storm began I knew
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