| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert: her mother's arm and treading the dead vine leaves. Sometimes the sun,
shining through the clouds, made her blink her lids, when she gazed at
the sails in the distance, and let her eyes roam over the horizon from
the chateau of Tancarville to the lighthouses of Havre. Then they
rested on the arbour. Her mother had bought a little cask of fine
Malaga wine, and Virginia, laughing at the idea of becoming
intoxicated, would drink a few drops of it, but never more.
Her strength returned. Autumn passed. Felicite began to reassure
Madame Aubain. But, one evening, when she returned home after an
errand, she met M. Boupart's coach in front of the door; M. Boupart
himself was standing in the vestibule and Madame Aubain was tying the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: delusions, and that during the course of such lying the insanity
may not be recognized. This occurred in many of the cases cited
in the foreign literature, and if the prior histories of many
individuals now in insane hospitals were known undoubtedly such
lying would be frequently noted. But once the person is
recognized as insane he need not be classified as a pathological
liar. This term should be reserved, as we stated previously, for
normal individuals who engage in pathological lying. Of course
other observers have noted such lying in people who could not be
designated as being mentally abnormal, but our material is
peculiarly rich in examples of this kind.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: the joy of that enormous strength, till the sun rose, and it
was time to go and to claim Aietes' promise.
So he sent up Telamon and Aithalides to tell Aietes that he
was ready for the fight; and they went up among the marble
walls, and beneath the roofs of gold, and stood in Aietes'
hall, while he grew pale with rage.
'Fulfil your promise to us, child of the blazing Sun. Give
us the serpents' teeth, and let loose the fiery bulls; for we
have found a champion among us who can win the golden
fleece.'
And Aietes bit his lips, for he fancied that they had fled
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