| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Marriage Contract by Honore de Balzac: took time,--Mathias took Paul aside and told him the meaning of the
stipulation by which he had saved him from ultimate pain.
"The whole affair is now 'en regle.' I hold the documents. But the
contract contains a rescript for the diamonds; you must ask for them.
Business is business. Diamonds are going up just now, but may go down.
The purchase of those new domains justifies you in turning everything
into money that you can. Therefore, Monsieur le comte, have no false
modesty in this matter. The first payment is due after the formalities
are over. The sum is two hundred thousand francs; put the diamonds
into that. You have the lien on this house, which will be sold at
once, and will pay the rest. If you have the courage to spend only
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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: "So Mr. Rochester contended," admitted Ferguson. "We'll let that
go for a minute. Now, when Miss McIntyre saw Turnbull's body, she
demanded an autopsy. Why?"
"To discover the cause of death," answered Kent quietly. "That is
obvious, Ferguson."
"Sure. And why did she wish to discover it?" He waited a brief
instant, then answered his own question. "Because Miss McIntyre
did not agree with Rochester that Turnbull had died from angina
pectoris - that is obvious, too. Now, what made her think that?"
"I am sure I don't know" - Kent's air of candor was unmistakable
and Ferguson showed his disappointment.
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: they were her rooms, and his, well divided from each other by the
whole width of the house, as far apart as their own lives had become.
Involuntarily she sighed--at that moment she could really not have
told why.
She was suffering from unconquerable heartache. Deeply and
achingly she was sorry for herself. Never had she felt so pitiably
lonely, so bitterly in want of comfort and of sympathy. With another
sigh she turned away from the river towards the house, vaguely
wondering if, after such a night, she could ever find rest and sleep.
Suddenly, before she reached the terrace, she heard a firm
step upon the crisp gravel, and the next moment her husband's figure
The Scarlet Pimpernel |
