| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac: a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, a piece of flattery to
the dupe's conceit.
The rare interviews granted to Crevel kept his passion at white heat.
He was constantly blocked by Valerie's virtuous severity; she acted
remorse, and wondered what her father must be thinking of her in the
paradise of the brave. Again and again he had to contend with a sort
of coldness, which the cunning slut made him believe he had overcome
by seeming to surrender to the man's crazy passion; and then, as if
ashamed, she entrenched herself once more in her pride of
respectability and airs of virtue, just like an Englishwoman, neither
more nor less; and she always crushed her Crevel under the weight of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: hunder merks; and sa he e'en tock the wager, rather than be
shamed wi' the like o' them. And now he's like to get it to pay,
and I'm thinking that's what makes him sae swear to come hame at
e'en."
"Indeed," said Lord Menteith, "from my idea of your family plate,
Donald, your master is certain to lose such a wager."
"Your honour may swear that; an' where he's to get the siller I
kenna, although he borrowed out o' twenty purses. I advised him
to pit the twa Saxon gentlemen and their servants cannily into
the pit o' the tower till they gae up the bagain o' free gude-
will, but the Laird winna hear reason."
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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: dissolving of the veils of the soul.
So looked they at each other, the horses bounding beneath them, the spring of
the world and the spring of their youth astir in their blood, the secret of
being trembling in their eyes to the brink of disclosure, as if about to
dispel, with one magic word, all the irks and riddles of existence.
The road curved before them, so that the upper reaches of the canyon could be
seen, the distant bed of it towering high above their heads. They were
rounding the curve, leaning toward the inside, gazing before them at the
swift-growing picture. There was no sound of warning. She heard nothing, but
even before the horse went down she experienced the feeling that the unison of
the two leaping animals was broken. She turned her head, and so quickly that
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