| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: with terror. If, by chance, he walked through the streets of Tours, he
seemed like a stranger in them; he knew not where he was, nor whether
the sun or the moon were shining. Often he would ask his way of those
who passed him, believing that he was still in Ghent, and seeming to
be in search of something lost.
The most perennial and the best materialized of human ideas, the idea
by which man reproduces himself by creating outside of himself the
fictitious being called Property, that mental demon, drove its steel
claws perpetually into his heart. Then, in the midst of this torture,
Fear arose, with all its accompanying sentiments. Two men had his
secret, the secret he did not know himself. Louis XI. or Coyctier
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac: stayed so long in the inn as you have, and to whom I could tell the
history of the fifteen thousand francs----'
" 'My dear Madame Lepas, if there is anything in your story of a
nature to compromise me,' I said, interrupting the flow of her words,
'I would not hear it for all the world.'
" 'You need have no fears,' said she; 'you will see.'
"Her eagerness made me suspect that I was not the only person to whom
my worthy landlady had communicated the secret of which I was to be
the sole possessor, but I listened.
" 'Monsieur,' said she, 'when the Emperor sent the Spaniards here,
prisoners of war and others, I was required to lodge at the charge of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: replied Orde seriously.
He continued to look at his minute son with puckered brow, until
Carroll smoothed out the wrinkles with the tips of her fingers.
"Of course, having only a few minutes to decide," she mocked,
"perhaps we'd better make up our minds right now to have him a
street-car driver."
"Yes!" agreed Bobby unexpectedly, and with emphasis.
Three years after this conversation, which would have made Bobby
just eight, Orde came back before six of a summer evening, his face
alight with satisfaction.
"Hullo, bub!" he cried to Bobby, tossing him to his shoulder.
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