| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: smile.
"It was more generous than Austria's," said the physician, eagerly.
"Austria squeezes and gives us nothing back, and you squeeze to
enlarge and beautify our towns; you stimulated us by giving us an
army. You thought you could keep Italy, and they expect to lose it--
there lies the difference.
"The Austrians provide us with a sort of ease that is as stultifying
and heavy as themselves, while you overwhelmed us by your devouring
energy. But whether we die of tonics or of narcotics, what does it
matter? It is death all the same, Monsieur le docteur."
"Unhappy Italy! In my eyes she is like a beautiful woman whom France
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: would have the Delawares on his trail like a pack of hungry wolves. He could
not understand the absence of Whispering Winds. She would have died sooner
than desert him. Girty had, perhaps, captured her, and was now scouring the
woods for him.
"I'll get him next time, or he'll get me," muttered Joe, in bitter wrath. He
could never forgive himself for his failure to kill the renegade.
The recollection of how nearly he had forever ended Girty's brutal career
brought before Joe's mind the scene of the fight. He saw again Buzzard Jim's
face, revolting, unlike anything human. There stretched Silvertip's dark
figure, lying still and stark, and there was Kate's white form in its winding,
crimson wreath of blood. Hauntingly her face returned, sad, stern in its cold
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: accustomed to the adulation of women of the world, when he finds
neither incense nor censer in his own house! dead to all! and yet,
perhaps for that very reason, jealous. I wished--when Monsieur de
Maufrigneuse was wholly mine--I wished to be a good wife, but I found
myself repulsed with the harshness of a soured spirit by a man who
treated me like a child and took pleasure in humiliating my self-
respect at every turn, in crushing me under the scorn of his
experience, and in convicting me of total ignorance. He wounded me on
all occasions. He did everything to make me detest him and to give me
the right to betray him; but I was still the dupe of my own hope and
of my desire to do right through several years. Shall I tell you the
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