| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac: actress, for I doubt whether true love can give such gracious delights
as those lavished by such a dexterous fraud. Such refined hypocrisy is
as good as virtue.--I am not speaking to you Englishwomen, my lady,"
said the Minister, suavely, addressing Lady Barimore, Lord Dudley's
daughter. "I tried to be the same lover.
"I wished to have some of my hair worked up for my new angel, and I
went to a skilled artist who at that time dwelt in the Rue Boucher.
The man had a monopoly of capillary keepsakes, and I mention his
address for the benefit of those who have not much hair; he has plenty
of every kind and every color. After I had explained my order, he
showed me his work. I then saw achievements of patience surpassing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: eyes awake to the lay of pots and pans and cooking contrivances.
And remember, mine is the white man's wisdom, and do what I have
bid you, with sureness and despatch.'
"While he was away I placed the whale-oil cooking lamp in the
middle of the igloo, and moved the mangy sleeping furs back that I
might have room. Then I took apart his gun and put the barrel by
handy, and afterwards braided many wicks from the cotton that the
women gather wild in the summer. When he came back, it was with
the bone I had commanded, and with news that in the igloo of
Tummasook there was a five-gallon kerosene can and a big copper
kettle. So I said he had done well and we would tarry through the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: "That's right," said Hans; "go on howling, and when you're in bed to-night
I'll wait till you're asleep, and then I'll creep over and take a little
tiny piece of your arm and twist and twist it until--" He leant over the
table making the most horrible faces at Lena, not noticing that Anton was
standing behind his chair until the little boy bent over and spat on his
brother's shaven head.
"Oh, weh! oh, weh!"
The Child-Who-Was-Tired pushed and pulled them apart, muffled them into
their coats, and drove them out of the house.
"Hurry, hurry! the second bell's rung," she urged, knowing perfectly well
she was telling a story, and rather exulting in the fact. She washed up
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