| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: beasts! Now, where's your patriotism, Mrs. Tarleton? Does the
Confederacy mean nothing to you at all?"
"Ma," cried small Betsy, "Randa's sitting on my dress and I'm
getting all wrinkled."
"Well, push Randa off you, Betsy, and hush. Now, listen to me,
Gerald O'Hara," she retorted, her eyes beginning to snap. "Don't
you go throwing the Confederacy in my face! I reckon the
Confederacy means as much to me as it does to you, me with four
boys in the Troop and you with none. But my boys can take care of
themselves and my horses can't. I'd gladly give the horses free
of charge if I knew they were going to be ridden by boys I know,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: bobbins from morning till night. And again, she ought to have a little
good wine. In short, I should like to see her comfortable--she is so
good."
"Then she has shown you great kindness?"
"Oh yes," said the girl, in a tone of conviction. Then, after a short
pause, during which the two young people stood watching Madame
Crochard, who had got to the middle of the rustic bridge, and was
shaking her finger at them, Caroline went on:
"Oh yes, she has been so good to me. What care she took of me when I
was little! She sold her last silver forks to apprentice me to the old
maid who taught me to embroider.--And my poor father! What did she not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: When the crisis came, I summoned all my powers of resistance, and
braced myself so well for suffering, that I bore the horrible agony--
so they tell me--quite marvelously. For about an hour I sank into a
sort of stupor, of the nature of a dream. I seemed to myself then two
beings--an outer covering racked and tortured by red-hot pincers, and
a soul at peace. In this strange state the pain formed itself into a
sort of halo hovering over me. A gigantic rose seemed to spring out of
my head and grow ever larger and larger, till it enfolded me in its
blood-red petals. The same color dyed the air around, and everything I
saw was blood-red. At last the climax came, when soul and body seemed
no longer able to hold together; the spasms of pain gripped me like
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