| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare: To swear by him whom I protest to love
That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
Are words and poor conditions; but unseal'd,--
At least in my opinion.
BERTRAM.
Change it, change it;
Be not so holy-cruel. Love is holy;
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
But give thyself unto my sick desires,
Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: Kent looked up quickly, struck by an idea.
"Sylvester, did you steal the envelope containing the securities
from me at the Club de Vingt?" he asked.
Sylvester shook his head. "No, but she did," pointing to Mrs.
Brewster. "It's no lie," as McIntyre uttered an indignant denial.
"When Ferguson left here carrying off the securities from under my
nose almost - I had spent the whole day trying to learn the safe's
combination; I trailed him to the Club de Vingt, and heard the
head waiter tell him you, Mr. Kent, were sitting in the small
smoking porch, so I climbed up the trumpet vine; oh, it was strong
and no climb for one who has done the feats I have in the circus.
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Two Poets by Honore de Balzac: originality to an ursine physiognomy; his nose had developed till it
reached the proportions of a double great-canon A; his veined cheeks
looked like vine-leaves, covered, as they were, with bloated patches
of purple, madder red, and often mottled hues; till altogether, the
countenance suggested a huge truffle clasped about by autumn vine
tendrils. The little gray eyes, peering out from beneath thick
eyebrows like bushes covered with snow, were agleam with the cunning
of avarice that had extinguished everything else in the man, down to
the very instinct of fatherhood. Those eyes never lost their cunning
even when disguised in drink. Sechard put you in mind of one of La
Fontaine's Franciscan friars, with the fringe of grizzled hair still
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