| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: of my family, the Comte de Nouvion, who, having emigrated, has
returned to France without any fortune whatever, and who is my partner
in this concern, less for my profit than his. Without telling him what
my motives were, I explained to him that I was as poor as he, but that
I had enough money to start a speculation in which he might be
usefully employed. My tutor was the Abbe Grozier, whom Charles X. on
my recommendation appointed Keeper of the Books at the Arsenal, which
were returned to that Prince when he was still Monsieur. The Abbe
Grozier was deeply learned with regard to China, its manners and
customs; he made me heir to this knowledge at an age when it is
difficult not to become a fanatic for the things we learn. At five-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: "Robert Fitzsimmons, the greatest warrior of them all." [Clasps
hands, and looking up at portrait murmurs.] Oh, you dear!
[Continues strutting around, imitating what she considers are a
man's stride and swagger, returns to table and proceeds to unwrap
parcel.] Well, I'll go out like a girl, if I did come in like a
man. [Drops wrapping paper on table and holds up a woman's long
automobile cloak and a motor bonnet. Is suddenly startled by
sound of approaching footsteps and glances in a frightened way
toward door.] Mercy! Here comes somebody now! [Glances about
her in alarm, drops cloak and bonnet on floor close to table,
seizes a handful of newspapers, and runs to large leather chair to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: into view, flickered and disappeared. Dain pushed Babalatchi
aside and ran down to the water-gate followed by his shivering
boatmen.
Babalatchi backed slowly in and closed the door, then turned
round and looked silently upon Lakamba. The Rajah sat still,
glaring stonily upon the table, and Babalatchi gazed curiously at
the perplexed mood of the man he had served so many years through
good and evil fortune. No doubt the one-eyed statesman felt
within his savage and much sophisticated breast the unwonted
feelings of sympathy with, and perhaps even pity for, the man he
called his master. From the safe position of a confidential
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