| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: "Yes, she is the sister of a murderer," said Madame Graslin, in a
bitter tone; "you are at liberty to take back your promise and--"
She did not finish, and Gerard was obliged to carry her to the bench
before the chalet, where she remained unconscious for some little
time. When she opened her eyes Gerard was on his knees before her and
he said instantly:--
"I will marry Denise."
Madame Graslin took his head in both hands and kissed him on the
forehead; then, seeing his surprise at so much gratitude, she pressed
his hand and said:
"Before long you will know the secret of all this. Let us go back to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: all the poisons you take in are sweated out of your pores in this
terrific labor, so that every night you come out as clean and
lusty as a new-born child. I'd swap all my education in a minute
for the mighty body and the healthy and lusty living that you
enjoy. If you knew how much I envy you, you would never think of
envying me."
He had blurted out the truth. It wasn't love of comrades that
gave a motive to his life. It was envy that turned him inside
out. Envy was the whole story, and he admitted it.
CHAPTER XXXVI
GROWLING FOR THE BOSSES' BLOOD
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: worry about it. If you are a sensible man, you do not
mind;--and you prepare for amusing adventures.
The realization of your external unworthiness,
however, brings to your heart the desire for a hot
bath in a porcelain tub. You gloat over the thought;
and when the dream comes to be a reality, you soak
away in as voluptuous a pleasure as ever falls to the
lot of man to enjoy. Then you shave, and array
yourself minutely and preciously in clean clothes
from head to toe, building up a new respectability,
and you leave scornfully in a heap your camping
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