| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: "Look here," he said roughly, "are you a child, or are you playing at being
one?"
"I--I--"
Laughter ceased. She looked up at him once, then down at the floor, and
began breathing like a frightened little animal.
He pulled her closer still and kissed her mouth.
"Na, what are you doing?" she whispered.
He let go her hands, he placed his on her breasts, and the room seemed to
swim round Sabina. Suddenly, from the room above, a frightful, tearing
shriek.
She wrenched herself away, tightened herself, drew herself up.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: in the condition of religion than in that of society."
"We no longer," he says, shortly after, "ask in what the Church of
that day erred as a religious institution, but how far it stood
opposed to the political revolution which was at hand." And he goes
on to show how the principles of her ecclesiastical government, and
her political position, were such that the philosophes must needs
have been her enemies. But he mentions another fact which seems to
me to belong neither to the category of religion nor to that of
politics; a fact which, if he had done us the honour to enlarge upon
it, might have led him and his readers to a more true understanding
of the disrepute into which Christianity had fallen in France.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: thought these little affectations charming, Virginie had such grace;
happily she didn't look like her father or her mother; but whom did
she look like?
During this sitting there were little skirmishes between the family
and the painter, who had the audacity to call pere Vervelle witty.
This flattery brought the family on the double-quick to the heart of
the artist; he gave a drawing to the daughter, and a sketch to the
mother.
"What! for nothing?" they said.
Pierre Grassou could not help smiling.
"You shouldn't give away your pictures in that way; they are money,"
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