| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: at him fixedly without moving. The rigidity of her metallic eyes and
their insupportable luster made him shudder, especially when the
animal walked towards him. But he looked at her caressingly, staring
into her eyes in order to magnetize her, and let her come quite close
to him; then with a movement both gentle and amorous, as though he
were caressing the most beautiful of women, he passed his hand over
her whole body, from the head to the tail, scratching the flexible
vertebrae which divided the panther's yellow back. The animal waved
her tail voluptuously, and her eyes grew gentle; and when for the
third time the Frenchman accomplished this interesting flattery, she
gave forth one of those purrings by which cats express their pleasure;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: table. It was perfectly absurd. It was even inconvenient,
embarrassing to her--Mrs. Fyne. After breakfast Flora would go off
by herself for a long walk and Captain Anthony (Mrs. Fyne referred
to him at times also as Roderick) joined the children. But he was
actually too shy to get on terms with his own nieces.
This would have sounded pathetic if I hadn't known the Fyne children
who were at the same time solemn and malicious, and nursed a secret
contempt for all the world. No one could get on terms with those
fresh and comely young monsters! They just tolerated their parents
and seemed to have a sort of mocking understanding among themselves
against all outsiders, yet with no visible affection for each other.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: into it to mar it all at the last moment. That fat fool Albemarle had
swallowed my impeachment like a draught of muscadine. Do you hear me?"
he ended sharply, for Mr. Wilding stood bemused, his thoughts plainly
wandering.
He let his hand fall upon Trenchard's shoulder. "No," said he, "I
wasn't listening. No matter; for even had I known the full extent
of your scheme I still must have interfered."
"For the sake of Mistress Westmacott's blue eyes, no doubt," sneered
Trenchard. "Pah! Wherever there's a woman there's the loss of a man."
"For the sake of Mistress Wilding's blue eyes," his friend corrected
him. "I'll allow no brother of hers to hang in my place."
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