| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: with a sardonic smile. "Consider that the humblest daisy has more
charms than the proudest and most gorgeous of the red hawthorns that
attract us in spring by their strong scent and brilliant color.--At
the same time," he went on, "I will do you justice. You have kept so
precisely in the straight path of imaginary duty prescribed by law,
that only to make you understand wherein you have failed towards me, I
should be obliged to enter into details which would offend your
dignity, and instruct you in matters which would seem to you to
undermine all morality."
"And you dare to speak of morality when you have but just left the
house where you have dissipated your children's fortune in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: cautiously, for I remembered my former headlong fall, I began to
reverse my motion. Slower and slower went the circling hands
until the thousands one seemed motionless and the daily one was
no longer a mere mist upon its scale. Still slower, until the
dim outlines of a desolate beach grew visible.
`I stopped very gently and sat upon the Time Machine, looking
round. The sky was no longer blue. North-eastward it was inky
black, and out of the blackness shone brightly and steadily the
pale white stars. Overhead it was a deep Indian red and
starless, and south-eastward it grew brighter to a glowing
scarlet where, cut by the horizon, lay the huge hull of the sun,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: yet?" asked Bannister, folding and addressing his note.
"That's what. Orders gone out to guard every road so as not to
let you pass. What's the matter with me rustling up the boys and
us holding down a corner of this town ourselves?"
The sheepman shook his head. "We're not going to start a little
private war of our own. We couldn't do that without spilling a
lot of blood. No, we'll make a run for it."
"That y'u, Denver?" the foreman called softly, as the sound of
approaching horses reached him.
"Bet your life. Got your own broncs, too. Sheriff Burns called up
Daniels not to let any horses go out from his corral to anybody
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