| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: [Exit MR. CECIL GRAHAM with rest of guests. LADY WINDERMERE
watches, with a look of scorn and pain, MRS. ERLYNNE and her
husband. They are unconscious of her presence.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, yes! He's to call to-morrow at twelve o'clock!
He wanted to propose to-night. In fact he did. He kept on
proposing. Poor Augustus, you know how he repeats himself. Such a
bad habit! But I told him I wouldn't give him an answer till to-
morrow. Of course I am going to take him. And I dare say I'll
make him an admirable wife, as wives go. And there is a great deal
of good in Lord Augustus. Fortunately it is all on the surface.
Just where good qualities should be. Of course you must help me in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: "We shall know the truth to-morrow."
Eugene did not return to the Maison Vauquer. He could not forego
the pleasure of occupying his new rooms in the Rue d'Artois.
Yesterday evening he had been obliged to leave Delphine soon
after midnight, but that night it was Delphine who stayed with
him until two o'clock in the morning. He rose late, and waited
for Mme. de Nucingen, who came about noon to breakfast with him.
Youth snatches eagerly at these rosy moments of happiness, and
Eugene had almost forgotten Goriot's existence. The pretty things
that surrounded him were growing familiar; this domestication in
itself was one long festival for him, and Mme. de Nucingen was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: odd indifference was explained to me by a mild altercation which
at once arose with the canon. The Count was suffering from some
serious complaint. I cannot remember now what it was, but his
medical advisers had put him on a very severe regimen, and the
ferocious hunger familiar to convalescents, sheer animal
appetite, had overpowered all human sensibilities. In that little
space I had seen frank and undisguised human nature under two
very different aspects, in such a sort that there was a certain
grotesque element in the very midst of a most terrible tragedy.
The evening that followed was dreary. I was tired. The canon
racked his brains to discover a reason for his niece's tears. The
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