The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: In fact, his answer /is/ irresistible. The convent of the Ursuline
sisters--heavens and earth! that can't be the rendezvous of makers of
false coin; and if the Mother Marie-des-Anges guarantees my father to
me, as it appears she has already done to the notary, I should be
foolish indeed to persist in my doubts.
"Very good," I said to Jacques Bricheteau, "I will go up and get my
hat and walk up and down the bank of the river until you are ready."
"That's right; and be sure you watch the door of the hotel to see that
I do not give you the slip as I did once upon a time on the Quai de
Bethune."
Impossible to be more intelligent than that man; he seems to divine
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon: success rejoice together, in misfortune share their troubles; and so
long as health endures make merry cheer, day in day out; or if either
of them should fall on sickness, then will their intercourse be yet
more constant; and if they cared for one another face to face, much
more will they care when parted.[39] Are not all these the outward
tokens of true loveliness?[40] In the exercise of such sweet offices,
at any rate, they show their passion for holy friendship's state, and
prove its bliss, continuously pacing life's path from youth to eld.
[38] For beauty of style (in the original) Zeune cf. "Mem." II. vi. 28
foll.; III. xi. 10.
[39] "Albeit absent from one another in the body, they are more
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: the stairs across the hall to the boudoir, the door of which she
shut behind her.
As I ran out to the tennis court a few moments later, I had to
pass the open boudoir window, and was unable to help overhearing
the following scrap of dialogue. Mary Cavendish was saying in
the voice of a woman desperately controlling herself:
"Then you won't show it to me?"
To which Mrs. Inglethorp replied:
"My dear Mary, it has nothing to do with that matter."
"Then show it to me."
"I tell you it is not what you imagine. It does not concern you
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