| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: maunderings, their potterings on the quays, their hauntings of the
museums, their occasional lingerings in the Palais Royal when the
first sharp weather came on and there was a comfort in warm
emanations, before Chevet's wonderful succulent window. Morgan
wanted to hear all about the opulent youth - he took an immense
interest in him. Some of the details of his opulence - Pemberton
could spare him none of them - evidently fed the boy's appreciation
of all his friend had given up to come back to him; but in addition
to the greater reciprocity established by that heroism he had
always his little brooding theory, in which there was a frivolous
gaiety too, that their long probation was drawing to a close.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs: in their tracks, and scarcely had the pungent odor
of the powder smoke reached Bulan's nostrils ere
the white man had plunged into the jungle and disappeared.
Failing in his attempt to undermine the loyalty of the
two Dyaks von Horn had chosen the only other way to keep
the knowledge of the whereabouts of the chest from Barunda's
uncle and Muda Saffir, and now his principal interest
in life was to escape the vengeance of the head hunters
and return to the long-house before his absence should be detected.
There he could form a party of natives and set out
to regain the chest after Muda Saffir and Barunda's uncle
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: the evil done and the value of benefits accomplished. Be yourself like
those monasteries; work here the same miracles. Your prayers must be
labors. From your labors must come the good of those above whom you
are placed by fortune, by superiority of mind; even this natural
position of your dwelling is the image of your social situation."
As he said the last words, the priest and Madame Graslin turned to
walk back toward the plains, and the rector pointed both to the
village at the foot of the hill, and to the chateau commanding the
whole landscape. It was then half-past four o'clock; a glow of yellow
sunlight enveloped the balustrade and the gardens, illuminated the
chateau, sparkled on the gilded railings of the roof, lighted the long
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