|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ball at Sceaux by Honore de Balzac:
turning her eye-glass on persons not two yards away, and making her
remarks as though she were criticising or praising a study of a head,
a painting of genre. Her eyes, after wandering over the vast moving
picture, were suddenly caught by this figure, which seemed to have
been placed on purpose in one corner of the canvas, and in the best
light, like a person out of all proportion with the rest.
The stranger, alone and absorbed in thought, leaned lightly against
one of the columns that supported the roof; his arms were folded, and
he leaned slightly on one side as though he had placed himself there
to have his portrait taken by a painter. His attitude, though full of
elegance and dignity, was devoid of affectation. Nothing suggested
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad:
A strange sense of exultation began to creep into
me. If I had worked for that command ten years
or more there would have been nothing of the kind.
I was a little frightened.
"Let us be calm," I said to myself.
Outside the door of the Officers' Home the
wretched Steward seemed to be waiting for me.
There was a broad flight of a few steps, and he ran
to and fro on the top of it as if chained there. A
distressed cur. He looked as though his throat
were too dry for him to bark.
The Shadow Line
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James:
very few arms indeed had ever passed into Mr. Wentworth's--and led
him across the garden and along the road into the studio which he had
extemporized in the little house among the apple-trees. The grave
gentleman felt himself more and more fascinated by his clever nephew,
whose fresh, demonstrative youth seemed a compendium of experiences
so strangely numerous. It appeared to him that Felix must know
a great deal; he would like to learn what he thought about some
of those things as regards which his own conversation had always
been formal, but his knowledge vague. Felix had a confident,
gayly trenchant way of judging human actions which Mr. Wentworth
grew little by little to envy; it seemed like criticism made easy.