| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: inclosing a letter to his master, which the messenger failed to
deliver before Monsieur de Serizy retired at his usually early hour.
Augustin, however, placed it, according to custom in such cases, on
his master's desk. In this letter Moreau begged the count not to
trouble himself to come down, but to trust entirely to him. He added
that Margueron was no longer willing to sell the whole in one block,
and talked of cutting the farm up into a number of smaller lots. It
was necessary to circumvent this plan, and perhaps, added Moreau, it
might be best to employ a third party to make the purchase.
Everybody has enemies in this life. Now the steward and his wife had
wounded the feelings of a retired army officer, Monsieur de Reybert,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: all in favour of the man. The woman was alone and in bad spirits,
unsupported; nothing at all was in her favour except the memory of
the two victorious contests; whereas the man, though unaided, as
before, by either Lady Arabella or Oolanga, was in full strength,
well rested, and in flourishing circumstances. It was not,
therefore, to be wondered at that his native dominance of character
had full opportunity of asserting itself. He began his preliminary
stare with a conscious sense of power, and, as it appeared to have
immediate effect on the girl, he felt an ever-growing conviction of
ultimate victory.
After a little Lilla's resolution began to flag. She felt that the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: embarkation. In order to avoid seeing him, for I was not a little
ashamed of myself for having failed to enjoy his treat sufficiently,
I determined to continue up the river, and, at all prices, to find
some other way back into the town in time for dinner. As I went, I
was thinking of Smethurst with admiration; a look into that man's
mind was like a retrospect over the smiling champaign of his past
life, and very different from the Sinai-gorges up which one looks for
a terrified moment into the dark souls of many good, many wise, and
many prudent men. I cannot be very grateful to such men for their
excellence, and wisdom, and prudence. I find myself facing as
stoutly as I can a hard, combative existence, full of doubt,
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