| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: "I'll tell you," he smiled, "forget all about that job and just
stay around here and make us all young. Time enough to work when
you have to."
Mrs. Wade noticed how Bill's eyes widened at these words, so
unlike his father, and soon she was acutely aware of her
husband's marked agreeableness whenever he directed his
conversation toward Rose. He even tried to include his son and
herself in this new atmosphere, but with each remark in their
direction his manner changed subtly. Toward herself, in
particular, his feelings were too deep for him to succeed in
belying them.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: lands, so many grinning corpses on battle-fields, that no
physiognomies repel them; and Gouraud began to cast his eyes on the
old maid's fortune. This imperial colonel, a short, fat man, wore
enormous rings in ears that were bushy with tufts of hair. His sparse
and grizzled whiskers were called in 1799 "fins." His jolly red face
was rather discolored, like those of all who had lived to tell of the
Beresina. The lower half of his big, pointed stomach marked the
straight line which characterizes a cavalry officer. Gouraud had
commanded the Second Hussars. His gray moustache hid a huge blustering
mouth,--if we may use a term which alone describes that gulf. He did
not eat his food, he engulfed it. A sabre cut had slit his nose, by
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: the artificial code of French chivalry. He felt that the battle
was his, and so he gave his enemy these three chances to recover,
as some chevalier or knight- errant of romance might have done,
instead of pushing the combat to a mercifully speedy end-- and
his foolish generosity cost him dear.
In the momentary pause that had thus stirred the Earl of
Mackworth to a sudden outbreak, the Earl of Alban sat upon his
panting, sweating war- horse, facing his powerful young enemy at
about twelve paces distant. He sat as still as a rock, holding
his gisarm poised in front of him. He had, as the Earl of
Mackworth had said, been wounded twice, and each time with the
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