| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: mere tavern frolic, or a sacred duty. And he held, the more that
he looked at it, that it meant the latter.
But what could he do? He had nothing on earth but his sword, so he
could not travel to find her. After all, she might not be gone
far. Perhaps not gone at all. It might be a mistake, an
exaggerated scandal. He would hope so. And yet it was evident
that there had been some passages between her and Don Guzman.
Eustace's mysterious words about the promise at Lundy proved that.
The villain! He had felt all along that he was a villain; but just
the one to win a woman's heart, too. Frank had been away--all the
Brotherhood away. What a fool he had been, to turn the wolf loose
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: accepted the conditions of the monastic life, necessary conditions for
every worker, scarcely permitting myself a walk along the Boulevard
Bourdon when the weather was fine. One passion only had power to draw
me from my studies; and yet, what was that passion but a study of
another kind? I used to watch the manners and customs of the Faubourg,
its inhabitants, and their characteristics. As I dressed no better
than a working man, and cared nothing for appearances, I did not put
them on their guard; I could join a group and look on while they drove
bargains or wrangled among themselves on their way home from work.
Even then observation had come to be an instinct with me; a faculty of
penetrating to the soul without neglecting the body; or rather, a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "Go on," Amory urged eagerly. They were striding toward the
woods, Burne's nervous, enthusiastic voice warming to his
subject.
"I used to come out here alone at night, oh, three months ago,
and I always stopped at that cross-road we just passed. There
were the woods looming up ahead, just as they do now, there were
dogs howling and the shadows and no human sound. Of course, I
peopled the woods with everything ghastly, just like you do;
don't you?"
"I do," Amory admitted.
"Well, I began analyzing itmy imagination persisted in sticking
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