| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: Jew."
"Then put me in the waggon with some fish over me."
"I cannot, my lord, by heaven, I cannot: all over Poland the people
are as hungry as dogs now. They will steal the fish, and feel my
lord."
"Then take me in the fiend's way, only take me."
"Listen, listen, my lord!" said the Jew, turning up the ends of his
sleeves, and approaching him with extended arms. "This is what we will
do. They are building fortresses and castles everywhere: French
engineers have come from Germany, and so a great deal of brick and
stone is being carried over the roads. Let my lord lie down in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy: service, but at the point at which he went out to the tomb of his
predecessor, he staggered and would have fallen had he not been
caught by a merchant standing behind him and by the monk acting
as deacon.
'What is the matter, Father Sergius? Dear man! O Lord!'
exclaimed the women. 'He is as white as a sheet!'
But Father Sergius recovered immediately, and though very pale,
he waved the merchant and the deacon aside and continued to chant
the service.
Father Seraphim, the deacon, the acolytes, and Sofya Ivanovna, a
lady who always lived near the hermitage and tended Father
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: in turn by the speaker's discourse; he seemed to be no longer a
man, but the type and mouthpiece of a degenerate race, a brutal,
supple, clear-headed race of savages. In one moment Collin became
the poet of an inferno, wherein all thoughts and passions that
move human nature (save repentance) find a place. He looked about
him like a fallen archangel who is for war to the end. Rastignac
lowered his eyes, and acknowledged this kinship claimed by crime
as an expiation of his own evil thoughts.
"Who betrayed me?" said Collin, and his terrible eyes traveled
round the room. Suddenly they rested on Mlle. Michonneau.
"It was you, old cat!" he said. "That sham stroke of apoplexy was
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