| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: reins il portait une ceinture de cuir. Son aspect etait tres
farouche. Une grande foule le suivait. Il avait meme de disciples.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. De quoi parle-t-il?
PREMIER SOLDAT. Nous ne savons jamais. Quelquefois il dit des
choses epouvantables, mais il est impossible de le comprendre.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Peut-on le voir?
PREMIER SOLDAT. Non. Le tetrarque ne le permet pas.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. La princesse a cache son visage derriere son
eventail! Ses petites mains blanches s'agitent comme des colombes
qui s'envolent vers leurs colombiers. Elles ressemblent e des
papillons blancs. Elles sont tout e fait comme des papillons
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: said the lady. ``Ah, how she did laugh and crow and jump when her
father took the peacock-feather-fly-brush from the maid, and waved
it in front of her! She would seize the ends of the feathers, and
laugh and crow louder than ever, and hide her laughing little face
deep into the feathers--Ah me--''
But Bessie Bell said nothing, nor remembered anything. For she did
not know that the lady was talking of something green, and blue, and
soft, and brown.
And it was Sister Justina, and not Sister Helen Vincula, who had
told her to be ashamed when she had cried: Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
as the something green, and blue, and soft, and brown was waved to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: his sight was troubled by her sinister appearance.
The presence of the panther, even asleep, could not fail to produce
the effect which the magnetic eyes of the serpent are said to have on
the nightingale.
For a moment the courage of the soldier began to fail before this
danger, though no doubt it would have risen at the mouth of a cannon
charged with shell. Nevertheless, a bold thought brought daylight to
his soul and sealed up the source of the cold sweat which sprang forth
on his brow. Like men driven to bay, who defy death and offer their
body to the smiter, so he, seeing in this merely a tragic episode,
resolved to play his part with honor to the last.
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