| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: near to her, been "Mudge." Yes, whatever he was, it was a part of
his happiness--whatever he was and probably whatever he wasn't.
And his happiness was a part--it became so little by little--of
something that, almost from the first of her being at Cocker's, had
been deeply with the girl.
CHAPTER V
This was neither more nor less than the queer extension of her
experience, the double life that, in the cage, she grew at last to
lead. As the weeks went on there she lived more and more into the
world of whiffs and glimpses, she found her divinations work faster
and stretch further. It was a prodigious view as the pressure
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: namely the supreme Reason of Seers and Prophets who in the olden time
heard the Breath of God beneath which Saul fell to the earth. That
Word, you scoff at it, you men, although you well know that all
visible works, societies, monuments, deeds, passions, proceed from the
breath of your own feeble word, and that without that word you would
resemble the African gorilla, the nearest approach to man, the Negro.
You believe firmly in Number and in Motion, a force and a result both
inexplicable, incomprehensible, to the existence of which I may apply
the logical dilemma which, as we have seen, prevents you from
believing in God. Powerful reasoner that you are, you do not need that
I should prove to you that the Infinite must everywhere be like unto
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: she loved Fouquet beyond everything else. She arose and
approached him, saying, "You wrote to me this morning to say
you were beginning to forget me, and that I, whom you had
not seen lately, had no doubt ceased to think of you. I have
come to undeceive you, monsieur, and the more completely so,
because there is one thing I can read in your eyes."
"What is that, madame?" said Fouquet, astonished.
"That you have never loved me so much as at this moment; in
the same manner you can read, in my present step towards
you, that I have not forgotten you."
"Oh! madame," said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment
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