| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: his reputation had hindered certain young women from accepting him.
Incapable of finding consolation in the practice of his profession,
which gave him such power over feminine weakness, the poor bonesetter
felt himself born for the joys of family and yet was unable to obtain
them.
The good man's excellent heart was concealed by a misleading
appearance of joviality in keeping with his puffy cheeks and rotund
figure, the vivacity of his fat little body, and the frankness of his
speech. He was anxious to marry that he might have a daughter who
should transfer his property to some poor noble; he did not like his
station as bonesetter and wished to rescue his family name from the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: man's, in right of his childlike features and curling hair a child's; and
it hurt him--it attracted him and it hurt him. It was something between
pity and sympathy.
"How long have you worked at this?"
"Nine months."
From his pocket the stranger drew his pocket-book, and took something from
it. He could fasten the post to his horse in some way, and throw it away
in the sand when at a safe distance.
"Will you take this for your carving?"
The boy glanced at the five-pound note and shook his head.
"No; I cannot."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: of the Gulf of Siam, tack for tack, in light winds and smooth water)--
the fourth day, I say, of this miserable juggling with the unavoidable,
as we sat at our evening meal, that man, whose slightest movement
I dreaded, after putting down the dishes ran up on deck busily.
This could not be dangerous. Presently he came down again;
and then it appeared that he had remembered a coat of mine
which I had thrown over a rail to dry after having been wetted
in a shower which had passed over the ship in the afternoon.
Sitting stolidly at the head of the table I became terrified at
the sight of the garment on his arm. Of course he made for my door.
There was no time to lose.
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