| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: and it is at least a chance, though a hazardous one.
As a preliminary step, I was released from my promise to her.
MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL
30 October, evening.--They were so tired and worn out and dispirited that
there was nothing to be done till they had some rest, so I asked them all to
lie down for half an hour whilst I should enter everything up to the moment.
I feel so grateful to the man who invented the "Traveller's" typewriter,
and to Mr. Morris for getting this one for me. I should have felt quite
astray doing the work if I had to write with a pen. . .
It is all done. Poor dear, dear Jonathan, what he must have suffered,
what he must be suffering now. He lies on the sofa hardly seeming
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Cousin Pons by Honore de Balzac: In personal appearance Remonencq was short and thin; his little eyes
were set in his head in porcine fashion; a Jew's slyness and
concentrated greed looked out of those dull blue circles, though in
his case the false humility that masks the Hebrew's unfathomed
contempt for the Gentile was lacking.
The relations between the Cibots and the Remonencqs were those of
benefactors and recipients. Mme. Cibot, convinced that the Auvergnats
were wretchedly poor, used to let them have the remainder of "her
gentlemen's" dinners at ridiculous prices. The Remonencqs would buy a
pound of broken bread, crusts and crumbs, for a farthing, a porringer-
full of cold potatoes for something less, and other scraps in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: day had crumpled the collar of Phipps and stained the skirts of
Mrs. Milton, and dimmed the radiant emotions of the whole party.
Dangle, with sticking-plaster and a black eye, felt the absurdity
of the pose of the Wounded Knight, and abandoned it after the
faintest efforts. Recriminations never, perhaps, held the
foreground of the talk, but they played like summer lightning on
the edge of the conversation. And deep in the hearts of all was a
galling sense of the ridiculous. Jessie, they thought, was most
to blame. Apparently, too, the worst, which would have made the
whole business tragic, was not happening. Here was a young woman
--young woman do I say? a mere girl!--had chosen to leave a
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