| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: water while his host made the fire. When they reached the hut
there were two enormous iron pails, so heavy that none but a
Troll could lift them, but Boots was not to be frightened.
"Bah!" said he. "Do you suppose I am going to get water in
those paltry hand-basins? Hold on till I go and get the spring
itself!" "O dear!" said the Troll, "I'd rather not; do you
make the fire, and I'll get the water." Then when the soup
was made, Boots challenged his new friend to an eating-match;
and tying his scrip in front of him, proceeded to pour soup
into it by the ladleful. By and by the giant threw down his
spoon in despair, and owned himself conquered. "No, no! don't
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: delighted to learn that I had nothing to fear on account of St.
Lazare--the streets of Paris at least were again open to me.
Then I rejoiced to find that Tiberge had no suspicion of Manon's
escape, and her return to my arms. I even remarked that he had
not mentioned her name, probably from the idea that, by my
seeming indifference to her, she had become less dear to my
heart. I resolved, if not to return home, at least to write to
my father, as he advised me, and to assure him that I was
disposed to return to my duty, and consult his wishes. My
intention was to urge him to send me money for the purpose of
pursuing my ordinary studies at the University, for I should have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: good notions!"
And he laughed.
So, my sweetheart, you have the fruit without the flowers; I the
flowers without the fruit. The contrast in our lives still holds good.
Between the two of us we have surely enough philosophy to find the
moral of it some day. Bah! only ten months married! Too soon, you will
admit, to give up hope.
We are leading a gay, yet far from empty life, as is the way with
happy people. The days are never long enough for us. Society, seeing
me in the trappings of a married woman, pronounces the Baronne de
Macumer much prettier than Louise de Chaulieu: a happy love is a most
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