| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: exception who had striven, and vainly striven, to enlighten the rest.
But any stranger so ill advised as to concur in any of their freely
expressed criticism of each other, is pronounced at once to be an ill-
natured person, a heathen, an outlaw, a reprobate Parisian "as
Parisians mostly are."
Before Gaston de Nueil made his appearance in this little world of
strictly observed etiquette, where every detail of life is an
integrant part of a whole, and everything is known; where the values
of personalty and real estate is quoted like stocks on the vast sheet
of the newspaper--before his arrival he had been weighed in the
unerring scales of Bayeusaine judgment.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: Modesty had given the word of command, and the well-disciplined
picket had gone right-about-face like a single person. They
maintained this formation all the while we were in sight; but we
heard them tittering among themselves, and the girl whom we had not
met laughed with open mouth, and even looked over her shoulder at
the enemy. I wonder was it altogether modesty after all? or in
part a sort of country provocation?
As we were returning to the inn, we beheld something floating in
the ample field of golden evening sky, above the chalk cliffs and
the trees that grow along their summit. It was too high up, too
large, and too steady for a kite; and as it was dark, it could not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say,
My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse
(Being full of Supper, and distempring draughtes)
Vpon malitious knauerie, dost thou come
To start my quiet
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirits and my place haue in their power
To make this bitter to thee
Rodo. Patience good Sir
Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing?
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