| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: novel. But at the end of a moment the thing had turned into smoke,
and out of the smoke - the last puff of a big cigar - proceeded
the voice of General Fancourt, who had left the others and come and
planted himself before the gentlemen on the sofa. "I suppose that
when you fellows get talking you sit up half the night."
"Half the night? - jamais de la vie! I follow a hygiene" - and St.
George rose to his feet.
"I see - you're hothouse plants," laughed the General. "That's the
way you produce your flowers."
"I produce mine between ten and one every morning - I bloom with a
regularity!" St. George went on.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Enchanted Island of Yew by L. Frank Baum: "Die!" echoed the twin Ki, "die? Great Kika-koo! And why so?"
"Because, if there is a world on the other side of the hedge, they
would tell on their return all about the Land of Twi, and others of
their kind would come through the hedge from curiosity and annoy us.
We can not be annoyed. We are busy."
Having delivered this speech both the Ki-Ki went on playing the new
tune, as if the matter was settled.
"Nonsense!" retorted the old Ki, angrily. "You are getting more and
more bloodthirsty every day, our sweet and gentle Ki-Ki! But we are
the Ki--and we say the prisoners shall not die!"
"We say they shall!" answered the youthful Ki-Ki, nodding their two
The Enchanted Island of Yew |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: "Katt!" he called.
Katt came out with exclamations of joy.
"Don't be in too great a hurry to be glad!" said Corentin gravely;
"the girl is very ill."
When Lydie was laid on her bed and recognized her own room by the
light of two candles that Katt lighted, she became delirious. She sang
scraps of pretty airs, broken by vociferations of horrible sentences
she had heard. Her pretty face was mottled with purple patches. She
mixed up the reminiscences of her pure childhood with those of these
ten days of infamy. Katt sat weeping; Corentin paced the room,
stopping now and again to gaze at Lydie.
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