| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: consideration the new-woman species, the faddist or the reformer. I mean
normal girls like you and me. Just think, Carley. A girl's every wish,
every need, is almost instantly satisfied without the slightest effort on
her part to obtain it. No struggle, let alone work! If women crave to
achieve something outside of the arts, you know, something universal and
helpful which will make men acknowledge her worth, if not the equality,
where is the opportunity?"
"Opportunities should be made," replied Carley.
"There are a million sides to this question of the modern young woman--the
fin-de-siecle girl. I'm for her!"
"How about the extreme of style in dress for this remarkably-to-be-pitied
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: your little sister."
The inquisitive boy suddenly got off his horse, and treading on tiptoe
as if he were afraid of the sound of his feet on the carpet, came up
with one finger between his little teeth, and standing in one of those
childish attitudes that are so graceful because they are so perfectly
natural, raised the muslin veil that hid the rosy face of a little
girl sleeping on her mother's knee.
"Is Eugenie asleep, then?" said he, quite astonished. "Why is she
asleep when we are awake?" he added, looking up with large, liquid
black eyes.
"That only God can know," replied Caroline, with a smile.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: rested in the night,--what was his complaint,--where was his pain,--and
what he could do to help him:--and without giving him time to answer any
one of the enquiries, went on, and told him of the little plan which he had
been concerting with the corporal the night before for him.--
--You shall go home directly, Le Fever, said my uncle Toby, to my house,--
and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter,--and we'll have an
apothecary,--and the corporal shall be your nurse;--and I'll be your
servant, Le Fever.
There was a frankness in my uncle Toby,--not the effect of familiarity,--
but the cause of it,--which let you at once into his soul, and shewed you
the goodness of his nature; to this there was something in his looks, and
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