| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: "Then, turning to Zambinella once more, he continued:
" 'A woman's heart was to me a place of refuge, a fatherland. Have you
sisters who resemble you? No. Then die! But no, you shall live. To
leave you your life is to doom you to a fate worse than death. I
regret neither my blood nor my life, but my future and the fortune of
my heart. Your weak hand has overturned my happiness. What hope can I
extort from you in place of all those you have destroyed? You have
brought me down to your level. /To love, to be loved!/ are henceforth
meaningless words to me, as to you. I shall never cease to think of
that imaginary woman when I see a real woman.'
"He pointed to the statue with a gesture of despair.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: on cold boiled mutton and a pint of ale, he feasted on the
food of gods.
Next day when he returned to the terrace, the window was a
little ajar, and he enjoyed a view of the lady's shoulder, as
she sat patiently sewing and all unconscious of his presence.
On the next, he had scarce appeared when the window opened,
and the Senorita tripped forth into the sunlight, in a
morning disorder, delicately neat, and yet somehow foreign,
tropical, and strange. In one hand she held a packet.
'Will you try,' she said, 'some of my father's tobacco - from
dear Cuba? There, as I suppose you know, all smoke, ladies
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson: I reap the credit of my labours.
These were the days - I will say more -
These were the grand old days of yore!
The builder laboured day and night;
He watched that every brick was right:
The decent men their utmost did;
And the house rose - a pyramid!
These were the days, our provost knows,
When forty streets and crescents rose,
The fruits of my creative noddle,
All more or less upon a model,
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