| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac: force of expression which have made him famous. The seeds of divine
doctrine fell into a soil prepared for them in the old dragoon, into
whom the Devil had glided. Indeed, if there is a phenomenon well
attested by experience, is it not the spiritual phenomenon commonly
called "the faith of the peasant"? The strength of belief varies
inversely with the amount of use that a man has made of his reasoning
faculties. Simple people and soldiers belong to the unreasoning class.
Those who have marched through life beneath the banner of instinct are
far more ready to receive the light than minds and hearts overwearied
with the world's sophistries.
Castanier had the southern temperament; he had joined the army as a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Falk by Joseph Conrad: losing his free afternoon on my account. The gar-
den of his bungalow required his personal atten-
tion, and at the slight blow of the banana the brute
in him had broken loose. We left Johnson on his
back, still black in the face, but beginning to kick
feebly. Meantime, the big woman had remained
sitting on the ground, apparently paralysed with
extreme terror.
For half an hour we jolted inside our rolling
box, side by side, in profound silence. The ex-ser-
geant was busy staunching the blood of a long
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: unalloyed pleasure which I have had in this world."
"I reproach you with nothing, Mynheer Cornelius, except,
perhaps, with the intense grief which I felt when people
came to tell me at the Buytenhof that you were about to be
put to death."
"You are displeased, Rosa, my sweet girl, with my loving
flowers."
"I am not displeased with your loving them, Mynheer
Cornelius, only it makes me sad to think that you love them
better than you do me."
"Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look how my hands tremble; look at
 The Black Tulip |