| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: said Madame Vervelle.
The ways of genius had ruffled up these orderly bourgeois.
The phase of autumn so pleasantly named "Saint Martin's summer" was
just beginning. With the timidity of a neophyte in presence of a man
of genius, Vervelle risked giving Fougeres an invitation to come out
to his country-house on the following Sunday. He knew, he said, how
little attraction a plain bourgeois family could offer to an artist.
"You artists," he continued, "want emotions, great scenes, and witty
talk; but you'll find good wines, and I rely on my collection of
pictures to compensate an artist like you for the bore of dining with
mere merchants."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: worsted, manufactured in Scotland, approaching in trexture to
what is now called shalloon. A staring picture of John [Gibbie]
Girder himself ornamented this dormiory, painted by a starving
Frenchman, who had, God knows how or why, strolled over from
Flushing or Dunkirk to Wolf's Hope in a smuggling dogger. The
features were, indeed, those of the stubborn, opinionative, yet
sensible artisan, but Monsieur had contrived to throw a French
grace into the look and manner, so utterly inconsistent with the
dogged gravity of the original, that it was impossible to look at
it without laughing. John and his family, however, piqued
themselves not a little upon this picture, and were
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: food for him. He coiled it carefully, and, throwing it about
his shoulder, went out, closing the door behind him.
Close to the cabin the jungle commenced, and into it
Tarzan of the Apes plunged, wary and noiseless--once more
a savage beast hunting its food. For a time he kept to the
ground, but finally, discovering no spoor indicative of
nearby meat, he took to the trees. With the first dizzy swing
from tree to tree all the old joy of living swept over him.
Vain regrets and dull heartache were forgotten. Now was he living.
Now, indeed, was the true happiness of perfect freedom his.
Who would go back to the stifling, wicked cities of civilized
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