| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: yours.'
"Here was an explicit, forcible, confident declaration on either side.
A couple of tigers confabulating, with the prey before them, and a
fight impending, would have been no finer and no shrewder than this
pair; the insolent fine gentleman as great a blackguard as the other
in his soiled and mud-stained clothes.
"Which will you lay your money on?" asked Desroches, looking round at
an audience, surprised to find how deeply it was interested.
"A pretty story!" cried Malaga. "My dear boy, go on, I beg of you.
This goes to one's heart."
"Nothing commonplace could happen between two fighting-cocks of that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Edingburgh Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson: cloud in the Parliament Close:' poor episcopal personages
who were done with fair weather for life! Some of the
west-country Societarians standing by, who would have
'rejoiced more than in great sums' to be at their
hanging, hustled them so rudely that they knocked their
heads together. It was not magnanimous behaviour to
dethroned enemies; but one, at least, of the Societarians
had groaned in the BOOTS, and they had all seen their
dear friends upon the scaffold. Again, at the 'woeful
Union,' it was here that people crowded to escort their
favourite from the last of Scottish parliaments: people
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: would now be removed; and in the light of that, his wasted life
of the past, and its probable tragic end in future service as
atonement changed their aspects. And as he lay there, with the
approach of sleep finally dimming the vividness of his thought,
so full of mystery, shadowy faces floated in the blackness
around him, haunting him as he had always been haunted.
It was broad daylight when he awakened. MacNelly was calling
him to breakfast. Outside sounded voices of men, crackling of
fires, snorting and stamping of horses, the barking of dogs.
Duane rolled out of his blankets and made good use of the soap
and towel and razor and brush near by on a bench--things of
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