| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: orders of Maitre Cornelius.
"Have you supped?" asked the silversmith, in a tone which signified,
"You are not to sup."
The old maid trembled in spite of her brother's tone; she looked at
the new inmate as if to gauge the capacity of the stomach she might
have to fill, and said with a specious smile:--
"You have not stolen your name; your hair and moustache are as black
as the devil's tail."
"I have supped," he said.
"Well then," replied the miser, "you can come back and see me to-
morrow. I have done without an apprentice for some years. Besides, I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: who made a point of secluding himself more obstinately than ever
in the gloomy recesses of his retreat.
To Ben Zoof the last week of the year was full of bustle.
The arrangements for the New Year _fete_ were entrusted to him,
and he was anxious, in spite of the resources of Gallia being so limited,
to make the program for the great day as attractive as possible.
It was a matter of debate that night whether the professor should be
invited to join the party; it was scarcely likely that he would care
to come, but, on the whole, it was felt to be advisable to ask him.
At first Captain Servadac thought of going in person with
the invitation; but, remembering Rosette's dislike to visitors,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Victory's eyes as she drew back in evident confusion.
As for me, the strangest sensation that I have ever
experienced claimed me for an instant. A peculiar, tingling
thrill ran through my veins, and my head swam. I could not
account for it.
Naturally, being a naval officer and consequently in the
best society of the federation, I have seen much of women.
With others, I have laughed at the assertions of the savants
that modern man is a cold and passionless creation in
comparison with the males of former ages--in a word, that
love, as the one grand passion, had ceased to exist.
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