| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: and three, it is difficult to avoid seeing some of the personages in
honor of whom Fame puts one or the other of her trumpets to her lips.
Formerly that locality was the Place Royale; next it was the Pont
Neuf; in these days this privilege had been acquired by the Boulevard
des Italiens.
"Paris," said the painter to his cousin, "is an instrument on which we
must know how to play; if we stand here ten minutes I'll give you your
first lesson. There, look!" he said, raising his cane and pointing to
a couple who were just then coming out from the Passage de l'Opera.
"Goodness! who's that?" asked Gazonal.
THAT was an old woman, in a bonnet which had spent six months in a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: than before. Then he made my nose and my mouth. But I did not
speak, because at that time I didn't know what a mouth was for.
I had the fun of watching them make my body and my arms and legs;
and when they fastened on my head, at last, I felt very proud,
forI thought I was just as good a man as anyone.
"`This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,' said the
farmer. `He looks just like a man.'
"`Why, he is a man,' said the other, and I quite agreed with him.
The farmer carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up
on a tall stick, where you found me. He and his friend soon after
walked away and left me alone.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: by the foreshortening of time; while they wanted strength or faith
to reproduce it. At last they became so accustomed to the rags and
ruins, that they looked on them as the normal condition of humanity,
as the normal field for painters.
Only now and then, and especially toward the latter half of the
eighteenth century, when thought began to revive, and men dreamed of
putting the world to rights once more, there rose before them
glimpses of an Arcadian ideal. Country life--the primaeval calling
of men--how graceful and pure it might be! How graceful--if not
pure--it once had been! The boors of Teniers and the beggars of
Murillo might be true to present fact; but there was a fairer ideal,
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