| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: waited on him without wages. La Palferine called him Father Anchises,
and used to say, 'I have never seen such a mixture of besotted
foolishness with great intelligence; he would go through fire and
water for me; he understands everything--and yet he cannot grasp the
fact that I can do nothing for him.'
"Anchises was despatched to a livery stable with instructions to hire
a handsome brougham with a man in livery behind it. By the time the
carriage arrived below, La Palferine had skilfully piloted the
conversation to the subject of the functions of his visitor, whom he
has since called 'the unmitigated misery man,' and learned the nature
of his duties and his stipend.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and nose, covering his face and breast with bloody froth.
He was a most unlovely spectacle, but he was far from dead.
As the duel continued I began to gain confidence, for,
to be perfectly candid, I had not expected to survive
the first rush of that monstrous engine of ungoverned
rage and hatred. And I think that Jubal, from utter
contempt of me, began to change to a feeling of respect,
and then in his primitive mind there evidently loomed
the thought that perhaps at last he had met his master,
and was facing his end.
At any rate it is only upon this hypothesis that I can
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: art; we studied the properties and uses of plants, and our old women were
the first physicians of the race, as, often, its first priests and
prophets.
We fed the race at our breast, we bore it on our shoulders; through us it
was shaped, fed, and clothed. Labour more toilsome and unending than that
of man was ours; yet did we never cry out that it was too heavy for us.
While savage man lay in the sunshine on his skins, resting, that he might
be fitted for war or the chase, or while he shaped his weapons of death, he
ate and drank that which our hands had provided for him; and while we knelt
over our grindstone, or hoed in the fields, with one child in our womb,
perhaps, and one on our back, toiling till the young body was old before
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