| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: word since the letter of yours which gave me an insight into a
mother's heart.
My sweet, it is this terrible Paris--there's my excuse. What, pray, is
yours? Oh! what a whirlpool is society! Didn't I tell you once that in
Paris one must be as the Parisians? Society there drives out all
sentiment; it lays en embargo on your time; and unless you are very
careful, soon eats away your heart altogether. What an amazing
masterpiece is the character of Celimene in Moliere's /Le
Misanthrope/! She is the society woman, not only of Louis XIV.'s time,
but of our own, and of all, time.
Where should I be but for my breastplate--the love I bear Felipe? This
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: as he said, pointing to a letter on the table beside his bed, "Asta's
overseer writes me from her estate that she left home on the 18th of
November to visit me. She should have reached here on the evening
of the 18th, and she has not arrived yet. I did not receive this
letter until to-day."
"Did you expect the young lady?"
"I knew only that she would arrive sometime before the third of
December. That date is her twenty-fourth birthday and she was to
celebrate it here."
"Did she not usually announce her coming to you?"
"No, she liked to surprise me. Three days ago I sent her a telegram
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: TONY. By the laws, mamma, you make me for to laugh, ha! ha! I know
who took them well enough, ha! ha! ha!
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Was there ever such a blockhead, that can't tell the
difference between jest and earnest? I tell you I'm not in jest,
booby.
TONY. That's right, that's right; you must be in a bitter passion, and
then nobody will suspect either of us. I'll bear witness that they are
gone.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Was there ever such a cross-grained brute, that
won't hear me? Can you bear witness that you're no better than a
fool? Was ever poor woman so beset with fools on one hand, and
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