| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac: to be expected of him. Chesnel's successor had discovered the young
Count's hiding place to him, and he took great credit to himself for
his penetration.
The news seemed to come as a shock to the examining magistrate, M.
Camusot, who had granted the warrant of arrest on Sauvager's
application, with no idea that it was to be executed so promptly.
Camusot was short, fair, and fat already, though he was only thirty
years old or thereabouts; he had the flabby, livid look peculiar to
officials who live shut up in their private study or in a court of
justice; and his little, pale, yellow eyes were full of the suspicion
which is often mistaken for shrewdness.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: catching, as he felt, a moment back, the very breath of him; but
when had he been so close as in this simple, this logical, this
completely personal act? It was so logical, that is, that one
might have TAKEN it for personal; yet for what did Brydon take it,
he asked himself, while, softly panting, he felt his eyes almost
leave their sockets. Ah this time at last they WERE, the two, the
opposed projections of him, in presence; and this time, as much as
one would, the question of danger loomed. With it rose, as not
before, the question of courage - for what he knew the blank face
of the door to say to him was "Show us how much you have!" It
stared, it glared back at him with that challenge; it put to him
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rig Veda: O Soma,
slayest every Dasyu.
5 Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winneth splendour
in
the running waters.
Like one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana
sends his current.
6 These Somas passing through the fleecy filter, like rain
descending
from the clouds of heaven,
Have been effused and poured into the beakers, swiftly like
The Rig Veda |
