| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: and meet her. She's not the ordinary thing. She's--different."
Benham plumbed depths of wisdom. "Billy," he said, "no woman IS the
ordinary thing. They are all--different. . . ."
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For a time this affair of Prothero's seemed to be a matter as
disconnected from the Research Magnificent as one could imagine any
matter to be. While Benham went from Moscow and returned, and
travelled hither and thither, and involved himself more and more in
the endless tangled threads of the revolutionary movement in Russia,
Prothero was lost to all those large issues in the development of
his personal situation. He contributed nothing to Benham's thought
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Firm of Nucingen by Honore de Balzac: word of praise, and old Marcel was the dancing master that deserved
the epithet of 'the Great.' People used to say 'the Great Marcel,' as
they said 'Frederick the Great,' and in Frederick's time."
"Did Marcel compose any ballets?" inquired Finot.
"Yes, something in the style of Les Quatre Elements and L'Europe
galante."
"What times they were, when great nobles dressed the dancers!" said
Finot.
"Improper!" said Bixiou. "Isaure did not raise herself on the tips of
her toes, she stayed on the ground, she swayed in the dance without
jerks, and neither more nor less voluptuously than a young lady ought
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: wish me to be silent?"
Jules turned pale; but his noble face instantly resumed its calmness,
though it was now a false calmness. Drawing the baron under one of the
temporary sheds of the Bourse, near which they were standing, he said
to him in a voice which concealed his intense inward emotion:--
"Monsieur, I will listen to you; but there will be a duel to the death
between us if--"
"Oh, to that I consent!" cried Monsieur de Maulincour. "I have the
greatest esteem for your character. You speak of death. You are
unaware that your wife may have assisted in poisoning me last Saturday
night. Yes, monsieur, since then some extraordinary evil has developed
Ferragus |
