| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: long ago. But I find there are things I might put up with for
myself, at a pinch--and should, probably, in time that I can't
let you put up with for me ... ever .... Those cigars at Como:
do you suppose I didn't know it was for me? And this too?
Well, it won't do ... it won't do ...."
He stopped, as if his courage failed him; and she moaned out:
"But your writing--if your book's a success ...."
"My poor Susy--that's all part of the humbug. We both know that
my sort of writing will never pay. And what's the alternative
except more of the same kind of baseness? And getting more and
more blunted to it? At least, till now, I've minded certain
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: while it filled me with love for life, for the swallows, whose
swift agility is always delightful in my eyes, for the plants by
the riverside, whose rustling is a pleasure to my ears.
By degrees, however, an inexplicable feeling of discomfort seized
me. It seemed to me as if some unknown force were numbing and
stopping me, were preventing me from going further and were
calling me back. I felt that painful wish to return which comes
on you when you have left a beloved invalid at home, and are
seized by a presentiment that he is worse.
I, therefore, returned despite of myself, feeling certain that I
should find some bad news awaiting me, a letter or a telegram.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passion--
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
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