|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac:
"The man who can do it all gives you his word that it is possible,"
answered the Englishman.
Melmoth, Castanier, and Mme. de la Garde were standing out in the
Boulevard when Melmoth raised his arm. A drizzling rain was falling,
the streets were muddy, the air was close, there was thick darkness
overhead; but in a moment, as the arm was outstretched, Paris was
filled with sunlight; it was high noon on a bright July day. The
trees were covered with leaves; a double stream of joyous holiday
makers strolled beneath them. Sellers of liquorice water shouted their
cool drinks. Splendid carriages rolled past along the streets. A cry
of terror broke from the cashier, and at that cry rain and darkness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad:
childhood, I ask myself whether I am right in disclosing to a
cold and fastidious world that awful episode in the family
history. I ask myself--is it right?--especially as the B. family
had always been honourably known in a wide country-side for the
delicacy of their tastes in the matter of eating and drinking.
But upon the whole, and considering that this gastronomical
degradation overtaking a gallant young officer lies really at the
door of the Great Napoleon, I think that to cover it up by
silence would be an exaggeration of literary restraint. Let the
truth stand here. The responsibility rests with the Man of St.
Helena in view of his deplorable levity in the conduct of the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall:
expanding involuntarily from the smallest laboratory fact till it
embraces the largest and grandest natural phenomena.
In reality, however, he is at this time only clearing his way,
and he continues laboriously to clear it for some time afterwards.
He is digging the shaft, guided by that instinct towards the mineral
lode which was to him a rod of divination. 'Er riecht die Wahrheit,'
said the lamented Kohlrausch, an eminent German, once in my hearing:--
'He smells the truth.' His eyes are now steadily fixed on this
wonderful voltaic current, and he must learn more of its mode of
On May 23, 1833, he read a paper before the Royal Society 'On a new