| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: street, where they immediately met those of her adorer. Vanity, no
doubt, distressed her at being seen in undress; she started back, the
worn pulley gave way, and the sash fell with the rapid run, which in
our day has earned for this artless invention of our forefathers an
odious name, /Fenetre a la Guillotine/. The vision had disappeared. To
the young man the most radiant star of morning seemed to be hidden by
a cloud.
During these little incidents the heavy inside shutters that protected
the slight windows of the shop of the "Cat and Racket" had been
removed as if by magic. The old door with its knocker was opened back
against the wall of the entry by a man-servant, apparently coeval with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and
almost as fixed: but HIS was the hush of exhausted anguish, and
HERS of perfect peace. Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips
wearing the expression of a smile; no angel in heaven could be more
beautiful than she appeared. And I partook of the infinite calm in
which she lay: my mind was never in a holier frame than while I
gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest. I instinctively
echoed the words she had uttered a few hours before: 'Incomparably
beyond and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven,
her spirit is at home with God!'
I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: may be Balfour of the Deevil's oxter. It's possible ye may come here
for what ye say, and it's equally possible ye may come here for deil
care what! I'm good enough Whig to sit quiet, and to have keepit all
my men-folk's heads upon their shoulders. But I'm not just a good
enough Whig to be made a fool of neither. And I tell you fairly,
there's too much Advocate's door and Advocate's window here for a man
that comes taigling after a Macgregor's daughter. Ye can tell that to
the Advocate that sent ye, with my fond love. And I kiss my loof to
ye, Mr. Balfour," says she, suiting the action to the word; "and a braw
journey to ye back to where ye cam frae."
"If you think me a spy," I broke out, and speech stuck in my throat. I
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