| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: throat for fear of draughts, and a small arquebuse, in case he
should be attacked by the twins. The final blow he received
occurred on the 19th of September. He had gone downstairs to the
great entrance-hall, feeling sure that there, at any rate, he would
be quite unmolested, and was amusing himself by making satirical
remarks on the large Saroni photographs of the United States
Minister and his wife, which had now taken the place of the
Canterville family pictures. He was simply but neatly clad in a
long shroud, spotted with churchyard mould, had tied up his jaw
with a strip of yellow linen, and carried a small lantern and a
sexton's spade. In fact, he was dressed for the character of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: Gentleman," but rather a confiding young man ready to take life as it
came, like the two hard-working women who, on the morrow, might lack
bread; he seemed alive to all the joys of youth, his smile was quite
affectionate and childlike.
When, at five o'clock, this happy meal was ended with a few glasses of
champagne, Roger was the first to propose that they should join the
village ball under the chestnuts, where he and Caroline danced
together. Their hands met with sympathetic pressure, their hearts beat
with the same hopes; and under the blue sky and the slanting, rosy
beams of sunset, their eyes sparkled with fires which, to them, made
the glory of the heavens pale. How strange is the power of an idea, of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: entered, hurrying to the bedside of the prisoner, who
stretched out his broken limbs and his hands tied up in
bandages towards that glorious brother, whom he now
excelled, not in services rendered to the country, but in
the hatred which the Dutch bore him.
John tenderly kissed his brother on the forehead, and put
his sore hands gently back on the mattress.
"Cornelius, my poor brother, you are suffering great pain,
are you not?"
"I am suffering no longer, since I see you, my brother."
"Oh, my poor dear Cornelius! I feel most wretched to see you
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