| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: be anything more graceful and refined than our little stranger? Well,
not one of those furies who stand round her, and who believe that they
can feel, will say a word to her. If she would but speak, we should
see if she has fine teeth.
"Bless me, you boil over like milk at the least increase of
temperature!" cried the Colonel, a little nettled at so soon finding a
rival in his friend.
"What!" exclaimed the lawyer, without heeding the Colonel's question.
"Can nobody here tell us the name of this exotic flower?"
"Some lady companion!" said Montcornet.
"What next? A companion! wearing sapphires fit for a queen, and a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Unseen World and Other Essays by John Fiske: their health. The touching scenes of self-sacrifice and humble
heroism which I witnessed among the poor villagers on my tours of
inspection will remain in my memory till my latest day."
But to meet the famine of 1866 Bengal was equipped with railroads
and canals, and better than all, with an intelligent government.
Far from trying to check speculation, as in 1770, the government
did all in its power to stimulate it. In the earlier famine one
could hardly engage in the grain trade without becoming amenable
to the law. "In 1866 respectable men in vast numbers went into
the trade; for government, by publishing weekly returns of the
rates in every district, rendered the traffic both easy and safe.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis: she pitched forward. She heard her mind saying, "You
haven't fainted. This is ridiculous. You're simply dramatizing
yourself. Get up." But she could not move. When
Kennicott arrived she was lying on the couch. His step
quickened. "What's happened, Carrie? You haven't got a
bit of blood in your face."
She clutched his arm. "You've got to be sweet to me, and
kind! I'm going to California--mountains, sea. Please don't
argue about it, because I'm going."
Quietly, "All right. We'll go. You and I. Leave the kid
here with Aunt Bessie."
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