| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: believe Miss Fancourt."
"How right? how can I agree to that when I lost credit by it?"
"Do you wish to pass exactly for what she represents you?
Certainly you needn't be afraid," Paul said.
"Ah, my dear young man, don't talk about passing - for the likes of
me! I'm passing away - nothing else than that. She has a better
use for her young imagination (isn't it fine?) than in
'representing' in any way such a weary wasted used-up animal!" The
Master spoke with a sudden sadness that produced a protest on
Paul's part; but before the protest could be uttered he went on,
reverting to the latter's striking novel: "I had no idea you were
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: many go when they are dead, and after waiting an appointed time, which is
to some a longer and to some a shorter time, they are sent back to be born
again as animals. The third river passes out between the two, and near the
place of outlet pours into a vast region of fire, and forms a lake larger
than the Mediterranean Sea, boiling with water and mud; and proceeding
muddy and turbid, and winding about the earth, comes, among other places,
to the extremities of the Acherusian Lake, but mingles not with the waters
of the lake, and after making many coils about the earth plunges into
Tartarus at a deeper level. This is that Pyriphlegethon, as the stream is
called, which throws up jets of fire in different parts of the earth. The
fourth river goes out on the opposite side, and falls first of all into a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Study of a Woman by Honore de Balzac: evening.
Four days later Eugene was scolding his valet.
"Ah ca! Joseph; I shall soon have to send you away, my lad."
"What is it, monsieur?"
"You do nothing but make mistakes. Where did you carry those letters I
gave you Saturday?"
Joseph became stolid. Like a statue in some cathedral porch, he stood
motionless, entirely absorbed in the labors of imagination. Suddenly
he smiled idiotically, and said:--
"Monsieur, one was for the Marquise de Listomere, the other was for
Monsieur's lawyer."
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