| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cousin Pons by Honore de Balzac: "Why, Mlle. de Marville would have been wretched!" said Mme. Berthier.
"How did he come to your house?" asked old Mme. Lebas.
"It was M. Pons. Out of revenge, he introduced this fine gentleman to
us, to make us ridiculous. . . . This Brunner (it is the same name as
Fontaine in French)--this Brunner, that was made out to be such a
grandee, has poor enough health, he is bald, and his teeth are bad.
The first sight of him was enough for me; I distrusted him from the
first."
"But how about the great fortune that you spoke of?" a young married
woman asked shyly.
"The fortune was not nearly so large as they said. These tailors and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: And at thy age, too. Shame on thee! Umslopogaas.'
'Ay, Macumazahn, mine is a red trade, yet is it better and more
honest than some. Better is it to slay a man in fair fight than
to suck out his heart's blood in buying and selling and usury
after your white fashion. Many a man have I slain, yet is there
never a one that I should fear to look in the face again, ay,
many are there who once were friends, and whom I should be right
glad to snuff with. But there! there! thou hast thy ways, and
I mine: each to his own people and his own place. The high-veldt
ox will die in the fat bush country, and so is it with me, Macumazahn.
I am rough, I know it, and when my blood is warm I know not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: The Caterpillar and the Bee
A bee, flying proudly around the garden, approached a caterpillar
sitting on a shrub. "I don't know how you can stand to be alive,"
the bee said. "I'm valuable to the world with my honey and wax, I
can fly anywhere I want, and I'm beautiful to behold. But you're
just an ugly worm, not good for anything. While I soar from bloom
to bloom feasting on nectar, all you can do is creep around and
chew on a stem."
"What you say may be true," replied the caterpillar, "but my
Maker must have put me here for some purpose, so I trust him
for my future."
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