| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: lies better in woody than on barren ground, since, whilst running to
and fro or sitting up, the creature comes in contact with a variety of
objects. Everything that earth produces or bears upon her bosom will
serve as puss's resting-place. These are her screen, her couch, her
canopy;[16] apart, it may be, or close at hand, or at some middle
point, among them she lies ensconced. At times, with an effort taxing
all her strength, she will spring across to where some jutting point
or clinging undergrowth on sea or freshet may attract her.
[15] "The form tracks are made by the hare leisurely proceeding and
stopping at times; those on the run quickly."
[16] Lit. "Anything and everything will serve to couch under, or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: different conditions of life, `arranged things wisely?' The
greater number of the powerful and the rich are fools. No one
who knows anything of the world can doubt that. How admirable is
the compensating justice thereof! If wealth brought with it
talent also, the rich would be too happy, and other men too
wretched. To these latter are given personal advantages and
genius, to help them out of misery and want. Some of them share
the riches of the wealthy by administering to their pleasures, or
by making them their dupes; others afford them instruction, and
endeavour to make them decent members of society; to be sure,
they do not always succeed; but that was probably not the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Study of a Woman by Honore de Balzac: indulgence:--
"If we desire to continue friends let there be no more MISTAKES, of
which it is impossible that I should be the dupe."
"Upon my honor, madame, you are so--far more than you think," replied
Eugene.
"What are you talking about?" asked Monsieur de Listomere, who, for
the last minute, had been listening to the conversation, the meaning
of which he could not penetrate.
"Oh! nothing that would interest you," replied his wife.
Monsieur de Listomere tranquilly returned to the reading of his paper,
and presently said:--
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