| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: would not believe me; and I am incapable of telling you harm. My
position is very difficult between you."
Clementine lowered her head and looked down at the tips of his
varnished boots.
"You Northern men have nothing but physical courage," she said
complainingly; "you have no constancy in your opinions."
"How will you amuse yourself alone, madame?" said Paz, assuming a
careless air.
"Are not you going to keep me company?"
"Excuse me for leaving you."
"What do you mean? Where are you going?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: You hardly know when you are coming back,
You will find so much to learn."
My smile falls heavily among the bric-à-brac.
"Perhaps you can write to me."
My self-possession flares up for a second;
This is as I had reckoned.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!)
Why we have not developed into friends."
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his expression in a glass.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: prince, a salute of a whole column. The guns had been booming
these three hours in the house without our suspecting them. The
big blundering newspaper had discovered him, and now he was
proclaimed and anointed and crowned. His place was assigned him as
publicly as if a fat usher with a wand had pointed to the topmost
chair; he was to pass up and still up, higher and higher, between
the watching faces and the envious sounds - away up to the dais and
the throne. The article was "epoch-making," a landmark in his
life; he had taken rank at a bound, waked up a national glory. A
national glory was needed, and it was an immense convenience he was
there. What all this meant rolled over me, and I fear I grew a
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