| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: kind; that so I may have some hope, that where man has mercy, God
may have mercy also. Do you think that I repented at those awful
words? Nothing less, senors all. No more than I did when De Soto
(on whose soul God have mercy) called me--me, a liar! I knew
myself a sinner; and for that very reason I was determined to sin.
I would go on, that I might prove myself right to myself, by
showing that I could go on, and not be struck dead from heaven.
Out of mere pride, senors, and self-will, I would fill up the cup
of my iniquity; and I filled it.
"You know, doubtless, senors, how, after the death of old Almagro,
his son's party conspired against Pizarro. Now my brother remained
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: of a third to cheer a long evening. Her father composed himself
to sleep after dinner, as usual, and she had then only to sit
and think of what she had lost.
The event had every promise of happiness for her friend. Mr. Weston
was a man of unexceptionable character, easy fortune, suitable age,
and pleasant manners; and there was some satisfaction in considering
with what self-denying, generous friendship she had always wished
and promoted the match; but it was a black morning's work for her.
The want of Miss Taylor would be felt every hour of every day.
She recalled her past kindness--the kindness, the affection of sixteen
years--how she had taught and how she had played with her from five
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: hanging in the centre of the boudoir, cast upon the canvas a soft
light which enabled us to grasp all the beauties of the picture.
"Does such a perfect creature exist?" she asked me, after examining
attentively, and not without a sweet smile of satisfaction, the
exquisite grace of the outlines, the attitude, the color, the hair, in
fact everything.
"He is too beautiful for a man," she added, after such a scrutiny as
she would have bestowed upon a rival.
Ah! how sharply I felt at that moment those pangs of jealousy in which
a poet had tried in vain to make me believe! the jealousy of
engravings, of pictures, of statues, wherein artists exaggerate human
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