| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: beaucoup. Car il etait beau. Il etait meme tres beau. Il avait
des yeux tres langoureux. Je me rappelle que je l'ai vu regardant
Salome d'une facon langoureuse. En effet, j'ai trouve qu'il l'avait
un peu trop regardee.
HERODIAS. Il y en a d'autres qui la regardent trop.
HERODE. Son pere etait roi. Je l'ai chasse de son royaume. Et de
sa mere qui etait reine vous avez fait une esclave, Herodias.
Ainsi, il etait ici comme un hote. C'etait e cause de cela que je
l'avais fait capitaine. Je regrette qu'il soit mort . . . Enfin,
pourquoi avez-vous laisse le cadavre ici? Il faut l'emporter
ailleurs. Je ne veux pas le voir . . . Emportez-le . . . [On
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy: not know how to earn anything. I was particularly useless and
helpless. So we spent all we had. I taught the children and
improved my own education a little. And then Mitya fell ill when
he was already in the fourth form, and God took him. Masha fell
in love with Vanya, my son-in-law. And--well, he is well-meaning
but unfortunate. He is ill.'
'Mamma!'--her daughter's voice interrupted her--'Take Mitya! I
can't be in two places at once.'
Praskovya Mikhaylovna shuddered, but rose and went out of the
room, stepping quickly in her patched shoes. She soon came back
with a boy of two in her arms, who threw himself backwards and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: Merriman, who was prettier and more vivacious than Mrs. Highcamp,
she waited with easy indifference for an opportunity to reclaim his
attention. There was the occasional sound of music, of mandolins,
sufficiently removed to be an agreeable accompaniment rather than
an interruption to the conversation. Outside the soft, monotonous
splash of a fountain could be heard; the sound penetrated into the
room with the heavy odor of jessamine that came through the open
windows.
The golden shimmer of Edna's satin gown spread in rich folds
on either side of her. There was a soft fall of lace encircling
her shoulders. It was the color of her skin, without the glow, the
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