| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse, je vous en prie.
SALOME. Ce sont les yeux surtout qui sont terribles. On dirait des
trous noirs laisses par des flambeaux sur une tapisserie de Tyr. On
dirait des cavernes noires ou demeurent des dragons, des cavernes
noires d'Egypte ou les dragons trouvent leur asile. On dirait des
lacs noirs troubles par des lunes fantastiques . . . Pensez-vous
qu'il parlera encore?
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse! Je vous prie de ne
pas rester ici.
SALOME. Comme il est maigre aussi! il ressemble e une mince image
d'ivoire. On dirait une image d'argent. Je suis sure qu'il est
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: This old gentleman's coat was of dark blue cloth, and the
buttonhole had blossomed into many colored ribbons. He, no doubt,
always carried his hat in his hand--a three cornered cocked hat,
with a gold cord--for the snowy wings of his powdered hair showed
not a trace of its pressure. He might have been taken for not
more than fifty years of age, and seemed to enjoy robust health.
While wearing the frank and loyal expression of the old emigres,
his countenance also hinted at the easy habits of a libertine, at
the light and reckless passions of the Musketeers formerly so
famous in the annals of gallantry. His gestures, his attitude,
and his manner proclaimed that he had no intention of correcting
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the smell of burning straw not rising, so to speak, above the
sulphur in the spring.
Senator Biggs went from one table to another telling how well he
felt since he stopped eating, and trying to coax the other men to
starve with him.
It's funny how a man with a theory about his stomach isn't happy
until he has made some other fellow swallow it.
"Well," he said, standing in front of the fire with a glass of
water in his hand, "it's worth while to feel like this. My
head's as clear as a bell. I don't care to eat; I don't want to
eat. The `fast' is the solution."
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