| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: he begged her gently not be afraid, for if she would have faith in his
loyalty no one should ever know of the marital experiment which he
proposed then and there to perform with her; and as, since passing
Ballan the girl had thought of nothing else; as her desire had been
carefully sustained, and augmented by the warm movements of the
animal, she replied harshly to the vicar, "if you talk thus I will get
down." Then the good vicar continued his gentle requests so well that
on reaching the wood of Azay the girl wished to get down, and the
priest got down there too, for it was not across a horse that this
discussion could be finished. Then the virtuous maiden ran into the
thickest part of the wood to get away from the vicar, calling out,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: offer, was the sound of my own voice, and the discovery that the offer
had been made. The servant paused, doubtfully glancing from her charge
to me, and then back again to the child. "Would you like it, dear?"
she asked her. But no such doubt appeared to cross the child's mind:
she lifted her arms eagerly to be taken up. "Please!" was all she
said, while a faint smile flickered on the weary little face. I took
her up with scrupulous care, and her little arm was at once clasped
trustfully round my neck.
[Image...The lame child]
She was a very light weight--so light, in fact, that the ridiculous
idea crossed my mind that it was rather easier going up, with her in
 Sylvie and Bruno |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: to assist her in striking down her prey."
"And when they are unable to procure themselves support," said
Isabella, judiciously thinking that he would be most accessible
to argument couched in his own metaphorical style, "what then is
to befall them?"
"Let them starve, die, and be forgotten; it is the common lot of
humanity."
"It is the lot of the wild tribes of nature," said Isabella, "but
chiefly of those who are destined to support themselves by
rapine, which brooks no partner; but it is not the law of nature
in general; even the lower orders have confederacies for mutual
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