| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: heretofore, in a look. Chaverny had bequeathed to her all his life in
a last farewell. Beauvouloir and Bertrand, the mother and the sleeping
duke were all once more assembled. Same place, same scene, same
actors! but this was funereal grief in place of the joys of
motherhood; the night of death instead of the dawn of life. At that
moment the storm, threatened by the melancholy moaning of the sea
since sundown, suddenly burst forth.
"Dear flower of my life!" said the mother, kissing her son. "You were
taken from my bosom in the midst of a tempest, and in a tempest I am
taken from you. Between these storms all life has been stormy to me,
except the hours I have spent with you. This is my last joy, mingled
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: left the library.
"Who came at four o'clock?"
"Miss Hatchard did."
"Miss Hatchard? Why, she ain't ever been near the place
since she's been lame. She couldn't get up the steps
if she tried."
"She can be helped up, I guess. She was yesterday,
anyhow, by the young fellow that's staying with her. He
found you there, I understand, earlier in the
afternoon; and he went back and told Miss Hatchard the
books were in bad shape and needed attending to. She
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather: like her grandmother Bergson, and had her
comfortable and comfort-loving nature. She
grinned at her aunt, with whom she was a great
deal more at ease than she was with her mother.
Alexandra winked a reply.
"Milly needn't be afraid of Ivar. She's an
especial favorite of his. In my opinion Ivar has
just as much right to his own way of dressing
and thinking as we have. But I'll see that he
doesn't bother other people. I'll keep him at
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