| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: shod with the thick, hobnailed boots always worn by the Chouans.
At the first cries uttered by the Chouans, the conscripts sprang into
the woods to the right like a flock of birds taking flight at the
approach of a man.
"Fire on those scoundrels!" cried Hulot.
The company fired, but the conscripts knew well how to shelter
themselves behind trees, and before the soldiers could reload they
were out of sight.
"What's the use of /decreeing/ levies in the departments?" said Hulot.
"It is only such idiots as the Directory who would expect any good of
a draft in this region. The Assembly had much better stop voting more
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: it, he gave up to the pain and slipped off.
"That isn't fair, is it?" Helen asked of the young man sitting
beside her.
He shrugged his lean, broad shoulders. "He should have known how
to keep the horse in the open. Mac would never have been caught
that way."
"Jack Holloway on Rocking Horse," the announcer shouted.
It took four men and two lariats to subdue this horse to a
condition sufficiently tame to permit of a saddle being slipped
on. Even then this could not be accomplished without throwing the
bronco first. The result was that all the spirit was taken out of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Ball at Sceaux by Honore de Balzac: be well born, her black eyes sparkled, and she danced with all the
pleasure that comes of dancing in the presence of the being we love.
The couple had never understood each other as well as at this moment;
more than once they felt their finger tips thrill and tremble as they
were married in the figures of the dance.
The early autumn had come to the handsome pair, in the midst of
country festivities and pleasures; they had abandoned themselves
softly to the tide of the sweetest sentiment in life, strengthening it
by a thousand little incidents which any one can imagine; for love is
in some respects always the same. They studied each other through it
all, as much as lovers can.
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