| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: had left so weak. The last rays of the sun, entering through the
garret window, were fading from Ginevra's face as she sat sleeping in
her chair, and holding her child upon her breast.
"Wake, my dear one," he said, not observing the infant, which shone,
at that moment, with supernatural light.
Hearing that voice, the poor mother opened her eyes, met Luigi's look,
and smiled; but Luigi himself gave a cry of horror; he scarcely
recognized his wife, now half mad. With a gesture of savage energy he
showed her the gold. Ginevra began to laugh mechanically; but suddenly
she cried, in a dreadful voice:--
"The child, Luigi, he is cold!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: she had been born in the wild forest far from their
haunts, her father maybe a renegade Fire-Man, her
mother maybe one of my own kind, one of the Folk. But
who shall say? These things are beyond me, and the
Swift One knew no more about them than did I.
We lived through a day of terror. Most of the
survivors fled toward the blueberry swamp and took
refuge in the forest in that neighborhood. And all day
hunting parties of the Fire People ranged the forest,
killing us wherever they found us. It must have been a
deliberately executed plan. Increasing beyond the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: escape; whether to send one of our canoes around the eastern shore
of the lake that night, to meet the steamer at the Island House and
bring it to our rescue; or to set out the next morning, and paddle
both canoes around the western end of the lake, thirty miles, to
the Hotel Roberval. While we were talking, we came to a dry old
birch-tree, with ragged, curling bark. "Here is a torch," cried
Damon, "to throw light upon the situation." He touched a match to
it, and the flames flashed up the tall trunk until it was
transformed into a pillar of fire. But the sudden illumination
burned out, and our counsels were wrapt again in darkness and
uncertainty, when there came a great uproar of steam-whistles from
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