| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: personality carries her into situations which she is incompetent
to live up to. The immediate way out is by creating a new
complication, and this may be through lies or the simulation of
illness, at which she has become an adept. Altogether, Inez must
be thought of as one who is trying to satisfy certain wishes and
ambitions which are too much for her resources. Towards the goal
to which her nature urges her she follows the path of least
resistance. Being the personality that she is, the social world
offers her stimulation which does not come to others.
To discuss the problem of her responsibility would be to
introduce metaphysics--it is sure that in the ordinary sense she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: over more and more of Madam How's work to them, and some of her
own work too: and bids them to put beautiful and useful things in
the place of ugly and useless ones; so that now it is men's own
fault if they do not use their wits, and do by all the world what
they have done by these pastures--change it from a barren moor
into a rich hay-field, by copying the laws of Madam How, and
making grass compete against heath. But you look thoughtful:
what is it you want to know?
Why, you say all living things must fight and scramble for what
they can get from each other: and must not I too? For I am a
living thing.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: movement. He was in with the linen, crushed up as close as a sardine
in a box, and had about as much air as he would have had at the bottom
of a river; but he had, to divert him, the music of love, the sighs of
the dyer, and the little jokes of La Tascherette. At last, when he
fancied his old comrade was asleep, he made an attempt to get out of
the chest.
"Who is there?" said the dyer.
"What is the matter my little one?" said his wife, lifting her nose
above the counterpane.
"I heard a scratching," said the good man.
"We shall have rain to-morrow; it's the cat," replied his wife.
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