| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Psychology of Revolution by Gustave le Bon: The privileges of the ancien regime which had been so
bitterly decried were thus very soon re-established for the
benefit of the bourgeoisie. To arrive at this result it was
necessary to ruin France, to burn entire provinces, to multiply
suffering, to plunge innumerable families into despair, to
overturn Europe, and to destroy men by the hundred thousand on
the field of battle.
In closing this chapter we will recall what we have already said
concerning the possibility of judging the men of this period.
Although the moralist is forced to deal severely with certain
individuals, because he judges them by the types which society
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: am leaving the other side of the sheet for Agathe, who has
solemnly promised not to read a word that I have written; but,
all the same, I mean to sit by her side while she writes, so as
to be quite sure that she keeps her word.--Your loving sister,
"Laure de Rastignac."
"Yes!" said Eugene to himself. "Yes! Success at all costs now!
Riches could not repay such devotion as this. I wish I could give
them every sort of happiness! Fifteen hundred and fifty francs,"
he went on after a pause. "Every shot must go to the mark! Laure
is right. Trust a woman! I have only calico shirts. Where some
one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: "And thereby you can judge," Yegor hurried on, "what is the enemy
without and what is the enemy within. The foremost of our enemies
within is Bacchus." The pen squeaked, executing upon the paper
flourishes like fish-hooks. Yegor hastened and read over every
line several times. He sat on a stool sprawling his broad feet
under the table, well-fed, bursting with health, with a coarse
animal face and a red bull neck. He was vulgarity itself: coarse,
conceited, invincible, proud of having been born and bred in a
pot-house; and Vasilisa quite understood the vulgarity, but could
not express it in words, and could only look angrily and
suspiciously at Yegor. Her head was beginning to ache, and her
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