| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: entendu. La lune est devenue rouge comme du sang. Ne le voyez-vous
pas?
HERODIAS. Je le vois bien, et les etoiles tombent comme des figues
vertes, n'est-ce pas? Et le soleil devient noir comme un sac de
poil, et les rois de la terre ont peur. Cela au moins on le voit.
Pour une fois dans sa vie le prophete a eu raison. Les rois de la
terre ont peur . . . Enfin, rentrons. Vous etes malade. On va dire
e Rome que vous etes fou. Rentrons, je vous dis.
LA VOIX D'IOKANAAN. Qui est celui qui vient d'Edom, qui vient de
Bosra avec sa robe teinte de pourpre; qui eclate dans la beaute de
ses vetements, et qui marche avec une force toute puissante?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov: you that I have no family. I have had no news
of my father and mother for twelve years or so,
and, in my earlier days, I never thought of
providing myself with a wife -- and now, you
know, it wouldn't do. So I was glad to have
found someone to spoil. She used to sing to us
or dance the Lezginka.[1] . . And what a dancer
she was! I have seen our own ladies in provincial
society; and on one occasion, sir, about twenty
years ago, I was even in the Nobles' Club at
Moscow -- but was there a woman to be com-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: to these two, living their dream-life. The girl was quite as tall
as her aunt Pelagie, with dark eyes that reflected joy as a still
pool reflects the light of stars; and her rounded cheek was tinged
like the pink crepe myrtle. Mam'selle Pauline kissed her and
trembled. Ma'ame Pelagie looked into her eyes with a searching
gaze, which seemed to seek a likeness of the past in the living
present.
And they made room between them for this young life.
II
La Petite had determined upon trying to fit herself to the
strange, narrow existence which she knew awaited her at Cote
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