| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: peace. But there is no reason, most blessed Father, why any one
should assume that I am to utter a recantation, unless he prefers
to involve the case in still greater confusion. Moreover, I
cannot bear with laws for the interpretation of the word of God,
since the word of God, which teaches liberty in all other things,
ought not to be bound. Saving these two things, there is nothing
which I am not able, and most heartily willing, to do or to
suffer. I hate contention; I will challenge no one; in return I
wish not to be challenged; but, being challenged, I will not be
dumb in the cause of Christ my Master. For your Blessedness will
be able by one short and easy word to call these controversies
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: And then there were comments, laughter, innocent mockery, full of
the liveliness familiar to artists, but which pained Hippolyte
frightfully. A certain native reticence made him uncomfortable as
he saw his heart's secret so carelessly handled, his passion
rent, torn to tatters, a young and unknown girl, whose life
seemed to be so modest, the victim of condemnation, right or
wrong, but pronounced with such reckless indifference. He
pretended to be moved by a spirit of contradiction, asking each
for proofs of his assertions, and their jests began again.
"But, my dear boy, have you seen the Baroness' shawl?" asked
Souchet.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: field of life is largely an artificially-lighted stage today, the
stories were curiously true to modern life, to the modern psychology,
that is.
Clifford was almost morbidly sensitive about these stories. He wanted
everyone to think them good, of the best, NE PLUS ULTRA. They appeared
in the most modern magazines, and were praised and blamed as usual. But
to Clifford the blame was torture, like knives goading him. It was as
if the whole of his being were in his stories.
Connie helped him as much as she could. At first she was thrilled. He
talked everything over with her monotonously, insistently,
persistently, and she had to respond with all her might. It was as if
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