| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: occasion that called it forth.
The archbishop rose as if some inward impulse drove him; he called to
Monsieur Bonnet, and together they crossed the room, passed through
the salon, and went out upon the terrace, where they walked up and
down for some moments. When they returned, after discussing this case
of ecclesiastical discipline, Roubaud met them.
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CONFESSION AT THE GATES OF THE TOMB
At ten o'clock in the morning the archbishop, wearing his pontifical
robes, came into Madame Graslin's chamber. The prelate, as well as the
rector, had such confidence in this woman that they gave her no advice
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: observations that to persons eager for dramatic emotions they would
seem insipid. This analysis, in which every wife would find some one
of her own sufferings, would require a volume to express them all; a
fruitless, hopeless volume by its very nature, the merit of which
would consist in faintest tints and delicate shadings which critics
would declare to be effeminate and diffuse. Besides, what man could
rightly approach, unless he bore another heart within his heart, those
solemn and touching elegies which certain women carry with them to
their tomb; melancholies, misunderstood even by those who cause them;
sighs unheeded, devotions unrewarded,--on earth at least,--splendid
silences misconstrued; vengeances withheld, disdained; generosities
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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: pursuit, but he could not hold his own with the mad mare, and dropped
gradually behind. Lute saw Dolly check and rear in the air again, and caught
up just as the mare made a second bolt. As Dolly dashed around a bend, she
stopped suddenly, stiff-legged. Lute saw her lover torn out of the saddle, his
thigh-grip broken by the sudden jerk. Though he had lost his seat, he had not
been thrown, and as the mare dashed on Lute saw him clinging to the side of
the horse, a hand in the mane and a leg across the saddle. With a quick cavort
he regained his seat and proceeded to fight with the mare for control.
But Dolly swerved from the road and dashed down a grassy slope yellowed with
innumerable mariposa lilies. An ancient fence at the bottom was no obstacle.
She burst through as though it were filmy spider-web and disappeared in the
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