| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: "You're hiding yourself in holes and crannies--you, a man who never
leaves the stalls on a first night!"
"But I'm smoking, you see," replied Daguenet.
Then Fauchery, to put him out of countenance:
"Well, well! What's your opinion of the new actress? She's being
roughly handled enough in the passages."
"Bah!" muttered Daguenet. "They're people whom she'll have had
nothing to do with!"
That was the sum of his criticism of Nana's talent. La Faloise
leaned forward and looked down at the boulevard. Over against them
the windows of a hotel and of a club were brightly lit up, while on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: out of sheer joy of spring, did the goose step as he passed the little
sentry and, head screwed round in the German salute, crossed his eyes
over his impudent nose.
Came, then, the planes. Came the regiment, which turned off into a field
and there spread itself, like a snake uncoiling, into a double line.
Came a machine, gray and battered, containing officers. Came a general
with gold braid on his shoulder, and a pleasant smile. Came the strange
event.
The general found Sara Lee in the salle manger cutting cotton into
three-inch squares, and he stood in the doorway and bowed profoundly.
"Mademoiselle Kennedy?" he inquired.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: "Lord Lambeth has been so good as to ask us," said Mrs. Westgate,
who perceived that her visitor had now begun to look at her, and who
had her customary happy consciousness of a distinguished appearance.
The only mitigation of her felicity on this point was that,
having inspected her visitor's own costume, she said to herself,
"She won't know how well I am dressed!"
"He has asked me to go, but I am not sure I shall be able,"
murmured the duchess.
"He had offered us the p--prospect of meeting you," said Mrs. Westgate.
"I hate the country at this season," responded the duchess.
Mrs. Westgate gave a little shrug. "I think it is pleasanter than London."
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