|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac:
give him to you--like a mourning-ring bequeathed by a dying man to
his executor. Farry, Breilmann, & Co. built me a very comfortable
travelling-carriage, which they have not yet delivered; persuade
them to keep it and not ask for any payment on it. If they refuse,
do what you can in the matter, and avoid everything that might
seem dishonorable in me under my present circumstances. I owe the
British Islander six louis, which I lost at cards; don't fail to
"Dear cousin!" whispered Eugenie, throwing down the letter and running
softly back to her room, carrying one of the lighted candles. A thrill
of pleasure passed over her as she opened the drawer of an old oak
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
a darker obscure, and within a minute there had come to me out
of my very pity the appalling alarm of his being perhaps innocent.
It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he
WERE innocent, what then on earth was _I_? Paralyzed, while it lasted,
by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that,
with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced
toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing
now there to keep him from. "And did they repeat what you said?"
I went on after a moment.
He was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with
the air, though now without anger for it, of being confined against his will.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac:
the whole of the dialogue excepting those first words.
Such a meeting was of a kind to strike Madame de Stael very greatly;
on her return home she said but little about it, notwithstanding an
effusiveness which in her became mere loquacity; but it evidently
occupied her thoughts.
The only person now living who preserves any recollection of the
incident, and whom I catechised to be informed of what few words
Madame de Stael had let drop, could with difficulty recall these words
spoken by the Baroness as describing Lambert, "He is a real seer."
Louis failed to justify in the eyes of the world the high hopes he had
inspired in his protectress. The transient favor she showed him was