| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: "Say no more, or I shall seek a quarrel with that Diard."
"And that would only lead to other miseries."
Hearing these dreadful words Juana saw the happy future she had lost
by her own wrongdoing. The pure and simple years of her quiet life
would have been rewarded by a brilliant existence such as she had
fondly dreamed,--dreams which had caused her ruin. To fall from the
height of Greatness to Monsieur Diard! She wept. At times she went
nearly mad. She floated for a while between vice and religion. Vice
was a speedy solution, religion a lifetime of suffering. The
meditation was stormy and solemn. The next day was the fatal day, the
day for the marriage. But Juana could still remain free. Free, she
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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: precisely in the straight path of imaginary duty prescribed by law,
that only to make you understand wherein you have failed towards me, I
should be obliged to enter into details which would offend your
dignity, and instruct you in matters which would seem to you to
undermine all morality."
"And you dare to speak of morality when you have but just left the
house where you have dissipated your children's fortune in
debaucheries?" cried the Countess, maddened by her husband's
reticence.
"There, madame, I must correct you," said the Count, coolly
interrupting his wife. "Though Mademoiselle de Bellefeuille is rich,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: to take a trophy remained to afford one; and the Mataafas, who had
looked on exulting in the prospect of a triumph, saw themselves
exposed instead to a disgrace. Then rose one Vingi, passed the
deadly water, swung the body of Taiese on his back, and returned
unscathed to his own side, the head saved, the corpse filled with
useless bullets.
At this rate of practice, the ammunition soon began to run low, and
from an early hour of the afternoon, the Malietoa stores were
visited by customers in search of more. An elderly man came
leaping and cheering, his gun in one hand, a basket of three heads
in the other. A fellow came shot through the forearm. "It doesn't
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