| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: the advantage of being so clear that the explanation of Pierrette's
malady, though natural and unfortunately common, horrified all ears.
At four o'clock, after the usual rising of the court, president
Tiphaine again took his seat, when Madame Lorrain, accompanied by
Monsieur Auffray and Brigaut and a crowd of interested persons,
entered the court-room. Vinet was alone. This contrast struck the
minds of those present. The lawyer, who still wore his robe, turned
his cold face to the judge, settled his spectacles on his pallid green
eyes, and then in a shrill, persistent voice he stated that two
strangers had forced themselves at night into the Rogron domicile and
had abducted therefrom the minor Lorrain. The legal rights were with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: slipped into du Bruel's room, and on a shelf among a pile of waste
papers found the copy of the /Petites-Affiches/, in which, agreeably
to the reformed law, notice of the purchase of the house was inserted.
The words stared me in the face--'At the request of Jean Francois du
Bruel and Claudine Chaffaroux, his wife----' /Here/ was the
explanation of the whole matter. I offered my arm to Claudine, and
allowed the guests to descend the stairs in front of us. When we were
alone--'If I were La Palferine,' I said, 'I would not break an
appointment.'
"Gravely she laid her finger on her lips. She leant on my arm as we
went downstairs, and looked at me with almost something like happiness
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: With brief reveille summons all the brake:
Chirp, chirp, it goes; nor waits an answer long;
And that small signal fills the grove with song.
Thus on my pipe I breathed a strain or two;
It scarce was music, but 'twas all I knew.
It was not music, for I lacked the art,
Yet what but frozen music filled my heart?
Chirp, chirp, I went, nor hoped a nobler strain;
But Heaven decreed I should not pipe in vain,
For, lo! not far from there, in secret dale,
All silent, sat an ancient nightingale.
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