| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James: ever have fallen so low as to be worked upon to such an extent by
her attractions. Nevertheless, I fell into a regular fever,
could think of nothing else; whenever I was alone, I pictured her
attractions, and spent most of the time when I should have been
working, in recalling our previous interviews, and imagining
future conversations. She was very pretty, good humored, and
jolly to the last degree, and intensely pleased with my
admiration. Would give me no decided answer yes or no and the
queer thing about it was that whilst pursuing her for her hand, I
secretly knew all along that she was unfit to be a wife for me,
and that she never would say yes. Although for a year we took
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: proclaimed himself a leader, and with a band of followers he
devastated whole counties. The opposition to federal forces was only
a blind to rob and riot and carry off women. The motto of this man
and his followers was: 'Let us enjoy ourselves while we may!'
"There are other bandits besides Quinteros, not so famous or such
great leaders, but just as bloodthirsty. I've seen Rojas. He's
a handsome, bold sneering devil, vainer than any peacock. He decks
himself in gold lace and sliver trappings, in all the finery he can
steal. He was one of the rebels who helped sack Sinaloa and carry
off half a million in money and valuables. Rojas spends gold like
he spills blood. But he is chiefly famous for abducting women.
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: every land have outlived its splendor, its happiness, and its ruined
prosperity."
The tears the Duchess wiped away as she quitted her box showed plainly
that she was thinking of the Venice that is no more; and Vendramin
kissed her hand.
The performance ended with the most extraordinary chaos of noises:
abuse and hisses hurled at Genovese and a fit of frenzy in praise of
la Tinti. It was a long time since the Venetians had had so lively an
evening. They were warmed and revived by that antagonism which is
never lacking in Italy, where the smallest towns always throve on the
antagonistic interests of two factions: the Geulphs and Ghibellines
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