| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: wish that he were dead, and that is a rivalry between two
sisters. Restaud comes of a good family, his wife has been
received into their circle; she has been presented at court; and
her sister, her wealthy sister, Mme. Delphine de Nucingen, the
wife of a great capitalist, is consumed with envy, and ready to
die of spleen. There is gulf set between the sisters--indeed,
they are sisters no longer--the two women who refuse to
acknowledge their father do not acknowledge each other. So Mme.
de Nucingen would lap up all the mud that lies between the Rue
Saint-Lazare and the Rue de Grenelle to gain admittance to my
salon. She fancied that she should gain her end through de
Father Goriot |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels and Researches in South Africa by Dr. David Livingstone: formerly alight@mercury.interpath.net). To assure a high quality text,
the original was typed in (manually) twice and electronically compared.
[Note on text: Italicized words or phrases are CAPITALIZED.
Some obvious errors have been corrected.]
Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa.
Also called, Travels and Researches in South Africa;
or, Journeys and Researches in South Africa.
By David Livingstone [British (Scot) Missionary and Explorer--1813-1873.]
David Livingstone was born in Scotland, received his medical degree
from the University of Glasgow, and was sent to South Africa
by the London Missionary Society. Circumstances led him to try to meet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: hello, young Ed! I hear you're writing all the insurance in Dorchester now.
Bully work!"
They recalled the good old days when Overbrook used to write poetry. Overbrook
embarrassed him by blurting, "Say, Georgie, I hate to think of how we been
drifting apart. I wish you and Mrs. Babbitt would come to dinner some night."
Babbitt boomed, "Fine! Sure! Just let me know. And the wife and I want to
have you at the house." He forgot it, but unfortunately Ed Overbrook did not.
Repeatedly he telephoned to Babbitt, inviting him to dinner. "Might as well go
and get it over," Babbitt groaned to his wife. "But don't it simply amaze you
the way the poor fish doesn't know the first thing about social etiquette?
Think of him 'phoning me, instead of his wife sitting down and writing us a
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