| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: me; he will be my husband."
"Never," said Piombo. "I would rather see you in your coffin,
Ginevra."
The old Corsican rose and began to stride up and down the salon,
dropping the following sentences, one by one, after pauses which
betrayed his agitation.
"You think you can bend my will. Undeceive yourself. A Porta shall
never be my son; that is my decree. Let there be no further question
of this between us. I am Bartolomeo di Piombo; do you hear me,
Ginevra?"
"Do you attach some mysterious meaning to those words?" she asked,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tao Teh King by Lao-tze: contrivances appear; the more display there is of legislation, the
more thieves and robbers there are.
3. Therefore a sage has said, 'I will do nothing (of purpose), and the
people will be transformed of themselves; I will be fond of keeping
still, and the people will of themselves become correct. I will take
no trouble about it, and the people will of themselves become rich; I
will manifest no ambition, and the people will of themselves attain to
the primitive simplicity.'
58. 1. The government that seems the most unwise,
Oft goodness to the people best supplies;
That which is meddling, touching everything,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: the longest-winded boy had been exceeded, and still there was no sign. Air
bubbles trickled slowly upward, showing that the breath had been expelled from
their lungs, and after that the bubbles ceased to trickle upward. Each second
became interminable, and, unable longer to endure the suspense, I plunged into
the water.
I found them down at the bottom, clutching tight to the roots, their heads not
a foot apart, their eyes wide open, each glaring fixedly at the other. They
were suffering frightful torment, writhing and twisting in the pangs of
voluntary suffocation; for neither would let go and acknowledge himself
beaten. I tried to break Paul's hold on the root, but he resisted me fiercely.
Then I lost my breath and came to the surface, badly scared. I quickly
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