| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: the heart and a strange sense of tenderness, so vague and yet so
great that it eluded speech and all expression. Love her! Of
course he loved her! He had, all unknowing, loved her even before
this wonderful morning: had loved her that day at the lake, and
that never-to-be-forgotten, delicious afternoon in the Chinese
restaurant; all those long, quiet evenings spent in the window of
the little dining-room, looking down upon the darkening city, he
had loved her. Why, all his days for the last few months had been
full of the love of her.
How else had he been so happy? how else did it come about that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: possessor of a sumptuous niche at the gate of an hotel; its eyes
opened for a moment and closed again; its face was turned towards the
man. A thousand confused thoughts passed through the Frenchman's mind;
first he thought of killing it with a bullet from his gun, but he saw
there was not enough distance between them for him to take proper aim
--the shot would miss the mark. And if it were to wake!--the thought
made his limbs rigid. He listened to his own heart beating in the
midst of the silence, and cursed the too violent pulsations which the
flow of blood brought on, fearing to disturb that sleep which allowed
him time to think of some means of escape.
Twice he placed his hand on his scimiter, intending to cut off the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: hear the murmur of subdued voices in the village street, the
sharp low word of command, and the clink of weapons; and could
see over and between the houses the dull glare of lanthorns and
torches.
I grasped my man's arm, and crouched down listening. When I had
heard enough, 'Where is your mate?' I said in his ear.
'With them,' he muttered.
'Then come,' I whispered rising. 'I have seen what I want. Let
us go.'
But he caught me by the arm and detained me.
'You don't know the way,' he said. 'Steady, steady, Monsieur.
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