| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: testified the general acquiescence of all present in the
sentiments which he had expressed; but when the shout had died
away, the assembled Chiefs continued to gaze upon each other as
if something yet remained to be settled. After some whispers
among themselves, an aged man,whom his grey hairs rendered
respectable, although he was not of the highest order of Chiefs,
replied to what had been said.
"Thane of Menteith," he said, "you have well spoken; nor is there
one of us in whose bosom the same sentiments do not burn like
fire. But it is not strength alone that wins the fight; it is
the head of the commander, as well as the arm of the soldier,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Two Brothers by Honore de Balzac: intelligence and the blind confidence to which such noble natures are
prone, Agathe fell a victim to Madame Descoings, who brought a
terrible misfortune on the family. That worthy soul was nursing up a
combination of three numbers called a "trey" in a lottery, and
lotteries give no credit to their customers. As manager of the joint
household, she was able to pay up her stakes with the money intended
for their current expenses, and she went deeper and deeper into debt,
with the hope of ultimately enriching her grandson Bixiou, her dear
Agathe, and the little Bridaus. When the debts amounted to ten
thousand francs, she increased her stakes, trusting that her favorite
trey, which had not turned up in nine years, would come at last, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: words. The sudden bursts of laughter and then one voice (Minta's)
speaking alone, reminded her of men and boys crying out the Latin words
of a service in some Roman Catholic cathedral. She waited. Her
husband spoke. He was repeating something, and she knew it was poetry
from the rhythm and the ring of exultation, and melancholy in his
voice:
Come out and climb the garden path, Luriana Lurilee.
The China rose is all abloom and buzzing with the yellow bee.
The words (she was looking at the window) sounded as if they were
floating like flowers on water out there, cut off from them all, as if
no one had said them, but they had come into existence of themselves.
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