| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Duchesse de Langeais by Honore de Balzac: to die a thousand deaths. Be wholly mine, and I will give you
the right to kill me if I am false. I myself will write a letter
explaining certain reasons for taking my own life; I will make my
final arrangements, in short. You shall have the letter in your
keeping; in the eye of the law it will be a sufficient
explanation of my death. You can avenge yourself, and fear
nothing from God or men."
"What good would the letter be to me? What would life be if I
had lost your love? If I wished to kill you, should I not be
ready to follow? No; thank you for the thought, but I do not
want the letter. Should I not begin to dread that you were
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: could talk to one another. 'I hope she isn't altered,' he said,
'I remember her face so well.' I told him 'no,'" Adam continued,
looking fondly at the eyes that were turned towards his, "only a
bit plumper, as thee'dst a right to be after seven year. 'I may
come and see her to-morrow, mayn't I?' he said; 'I long to tell
her how I've thought of her all these years.'"
"Didst tell him I'd always used the watch?" said Dinah.
"Aye; and we talked a deal about thee, for he says he never saw a
woman a bit like thee. 'I shall turn Methodist some day,' he
said, 'when she preaches out of doors, and go to hear her.' And I
said, 'Nay, sir, you can't do that, for Conference has forbid the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: whole-hearted abandon to the interest of the moment, led her to
regard these youths as schoolboys. Yet they were a hard-bitten
lot, as one could see, burned to a brick-red by the untempered
sun of the Rockies; with muscles knit like steel, and hearts
toughened to endure any blizzard they might meet. Only the
humorous wrinkles about the corners of their eyes gave them away
for the cheerful sons of mirth that they were.
"Bob Austin on Two-Step," announced the megaphone man, and a
little stir eddied through the group gathered at the lane between
the arena and the corral.
A meek-looking buckskin was driven into the arena. The embodiment
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