| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: landscape, fill the air with the haze of Indian summer. In the
Greek myth the shepherd Endymion preserves his freshness in a
perennial slumber. The German Siegfried, pierced by the thorn
of winter, is sleeping until he shall be again called forth to
fight. In Switzerland, by the Vierwald-stattersee, three Tells
are awaiting the hour when their country shall again need to
be delivered from the oppressor. Charlemagne is reposing in
the Untersberg, sword in hand, waiting for the coming of
Antichrist; Olger Danske similarly dreams away his time in
Avallon; and in a lofty mountain in Thuringia, the great
Emperor Yrederic Barbarossa slumbers with his knights around
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: and at me, and then she held out her arms to the count.
He went to her, and she fell upon him and hid her face.
I went quickly past her into the room and to the marquis's bed.
He was lying there, very white, with his eyes shut, like a corpse.
I took hold of his hand and spoke to him, and he felt to me like a
dead man. Then I turned round; my lady and Mr. Urbain were there.
'My poor Bread,' said my lady, 'M. le Marquis is gone.'
Mr. Urbain knelt down by the bed and said softly, 'Mon pere,
mon pere.' I thought it wonderful strange, and asked my lady
what in the world had happened, and why she hadn't called me.
She said nothing had happened; that she had only been
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac: battery back down again. The captain, of course, refused; but the
colonel of the other regiment signed to his foremost battery to
advance, and in spite of the care the driver took to keep among the
scrub, the wheel of the first gun struck our captain's right leg and
broke it, throwing him over on the near side of his horse. All this
was the work of a moment. Our Colonel, who was but a little way off,
guessed that there was a quarrel; he galloped up, riding among the
guns at the risk of falling with his horse's four feet in the air, and
reached the spot, face to face with the other colonel, at the very
moment when the captain fell, calling out 'Help!' No, our Italian
colonel was no longer human! Foam like the froth of champagne rose to
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