| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: tell you is not true. I was one-and-twenty years old, like you at this
moment. I was rich, I was handsome, and a noble by birth. I began with
the first madness of all--with Love. I loved as no one can love
nowadays. I have hidden myself in a chest, at the risk of a dagger
thrust, for nothing more than the promise of a kiss. To die for Her--
it seemed to me to be a whole life in itself. In 1760 I fell in love
with a lady of the Vendramin family; she was eighteen years old, and
married to a Sagredo, one of the richest senators, a man of thirty,
madly in love with his wife. My mistress and I were guiltless as
cherubs when the /sposo/ caught us together talking of love. He was
armed, I was not, but he missed me; I sprang upon him and killed him
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: "I thought you were a business man as hard as nails," said the
young man, wonderingly. Lawton laughed.
When Thursday came, Lawton, carefully dressed and carrying a long
tissue-paper package, evidently of roses, approached the Yates
house. It was late in the afternoon. There had been a warm day,
and the trees were clouds of green and more bushes had blossomed.
Eudora had put on a green silk dress of her youth. The revolving
fashions had made it very passable, and the fabric was as
beautiful as ever.
When Lawton presented her with the roses she pinned one in the
yellowed lace which draped her bodice and put the rest in a great
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: look like the devil at such times. And, of course, she must be
feeling badly about old man O'Hara. She had been his pet. But,
no, the change was deeper than that. She really looked as if she
had three square meals a day. And the hunted-animal look had
partly gone from her eyes. Now, the eyes which had been fearful
and desperate were hard. There was an air of command, assurance
and determination about her, even when she smiled. Bet she led old
Frank a merry life! Yes, she had changed. She was a handsome
woman, to be sure, but all that pretty, sweet softness had gone
from her face and that flattering way of looking up at a man, like
he knew more than God Almighty, had utterly vanished.
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