| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: They had only to cross the narrow hall, as he found, to pass quite
into another air. When she had closed the door of the second room,
as she called it, he felt at last in real possession of her. The
place had the flush of life - it was expressive; its dark red walls
were articulate with memories and relics. These were simple things
- photographs and water-colours, scraps of writing framed and
ghosts of flowers embalmed; but a moment sufficed to show him they
had a common meaning. It was here she had lived and worked, and
she had already told him she would make no change of scene. He
read the reference in the objects about her - the general one to
places and times; but after a minute he distinguished among them a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: Yet I'll prevent their malice if I can.
And in good time, see where the man doth come,
Who little knows how nears his day of doom.
[Enter Cromwell with his train. Bedford makes as
though he would speak to him: he goes on.]
CROMWELL.
You're well encountered, my good Lord of Bedford.
I see your honour is addressed to talk;
Pray pardon me, I am sent for to the king,
And do not know the business yet my self.
So fare you well, for I must needs be gone.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: would sooner lose her.'
"Even now, after a lapse of four years, Bianchon still quotes that
speech; we have laughed over it for half an hour together. Claudine,
informed of the verdict, saw in it a proof of affections; she felt
sure that she was loved. In the face of her weeping family, with her
husband on his knees, she was inexorable. She kept the hair. The
strength that came with the belief that she was loved came to her aid,
the operation succeeded perfectly. There are stirrings of the inner
life which throw all the calculations of surgery into disorder and
baffle the laws of medical science.
"Claudine wrote a delicious letter to La Palferine, a letter in which
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