| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: So we like to be made much of, don't we? Aren't you ashamed of
yourself? So you have been eating some Arab or other, have you? That
doesn't matter. They're animals just the same as you are; but don't
you take to eating Frenchmen, or I shan't like you any longer."
She played like a dog with its master, letting herself be rolled over,
knocked about, and stroked, alternately; sometimes she herself would
provoke the soldier, putting up her paw with a soliciting gesture.
Some days passed in this manner. This companionship permitted the
Provencal to appreciate the sublime beauty of the desert; now that he
had a living thing to think about, alternations of fear and quiet, and
plenty to eat, his mind became filled with contrast and his life began
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: village herd? He reminded them, too, of Mr. Nicholas B.'s
devotion to the sick in time of cholera. Every word of this was
true, and so far effective that the fellows began to scratch
their heads and look irresolute. The speaker then pointed at the
window, exclaiming: "Look! there's all your crowd going away
quietly, and you silly chaps had better go after them and pray
God to forgive you your evil thoughts."
This appeal was an unlucky inspiration.
In crowding clumsily to the window to see whether he was speaking
the truth, the fellows overturned the little writing-table. As
it fell over a chink of loose coin was heard. "There's money in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: her cane, and behind her were Sally Munroe Fontaine and Young Miss
Fontaine. They were trying vainly by whispered pleas and jerks at
her skirt to make the old lady sit down on the brick wall.
Grandma's husband, the Old Doctor, was not there. He had died two
months before and much of the bright malicious joy of life had gone
from her old eyes. Cathleen Calvert Hilton stood alone as befitted
one whose husband had helped bring about the present tragedy, her
faded sunbonnet hiding her bowed face. Scarlett saw with amazement
that her percale dress had grease spots on it and her hands were
freckled and unclean. There were even black crescents under her
fingernails. There was nothing of quality folks about Cathleen
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