| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: whom, he was told, the Rogrons were to leave their house, a hundred
acres of land, and twelve thousand francs a year, not counting their
savings!
The persevering Breton was determined to be thoroughly educated for
his trade, and he set about acquiring all the knowledge that he
lacked. As long as only the principles of his work were concerned he
could learn those in Provins as well as in Paris, and thus remain near
Pierrette, to whom he now became anxious to explain his projects and
the sort of protection she could rely on from him. He was determined
to know the reason of her pallor, and of the debility which was
beginning to appear in the organ which is always the last to show the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: wonderful of all these separate campaigns. I went up by
automobile as far as the clambering new road goes up the flanks
of Tofana No. 2; thence for a time by mule along the flank of
Tofana No. 1, and thence on foot to the vestiges of the famous
Castelletto.
The aspect of these mountains is particularly grim and wicked;
they are worn old mountains, they tower overhead in enormous
vertical cliffs of sallow grey, with the square jointings and
occasional clefts and gullies, their summits are toothed and
jagged; the path ascends and passes round the side of the
mountain upon loose screes, which descend steeply to a lower wall
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: The King knelt beside the still form, across the breast
of which lay the unconscious body of Bertrade de Mont-
fort. Gently he lifted her to the waiting arms of Philip
of France, and then the King with his own hands tore
off the shirt of mail, and with trembling fingers ripped
wide the tunic where it covered the left breast of the
Devil of Torn.
"Oh God!" he cried, and buried his head in his arms.
The Queen had seen also, and with a little moan she
sank beside the body of her second born, crying out:
"Oh Richard, my boy, my boy!" And as she bent
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