| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: passion, he would have gone to his neighbor's door at six in the
morning, when he went to his studio. However, he still was
reasonable enough to wait till the afternoon. But as soon as he
thought he could present himself to Madame de Rouville, he went
downstairs, rang, blushing like a girl, shyly asked Mademoiselle
Leseigneur, who came to let him in, to let him have the portrait
of the Baron.
"But come in," said Adelaide, who had no doubt heard him come
down from the studio.
The painter followed, bashful and out of countenance, not knowing
what to say, happiness had so dulled his wit. To see Adelaide, to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: "Madame la comtesse," said the woman, "was engaged on a matter of
business, but she begged monsieur be so kind as to wait, and to amuse
himself with the books in the library, because she might be detained
longer than she expected."
The excuse, both in form and substance, was certainly not
discouraging, and la Peyrade looked about him to fulfil the behest to
amuse himself. Without opening any of the carved rosewood bookcases,
which enclosed a collection of the most elegantly bound volumes he had
ever laid his eyes upon, he saw on an oblong table with claw feet a
pell-mell of books sufficient for the amusement of a man whose
attention was keenly alive elsewhere.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,
Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:
To loose't, or giue't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match
Des. Is't possible?
Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
A Sybill that had numbred in the world
The Sun to course, two hundred compasses,
In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
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