| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals by Charles Darwin: be found to come under the same or closely analogous heads.
I need hardly premise that movements or changes in any part of the body,--
as the wagging of a dog's tail, the drawing back of a horse's ears,
the shrugging of a man's shoulders, or the dilatation of the capillary
vessels of the skin,--may all equally well serve for expression.
The three Principles are as follows.
[1] Mr. Herbert Spencer (`Essays,' Second Series, 1863, p.
138) has drawn a clear distinction between emotions and sensations,
the latter being "generated in our corporeal framework."
He classes as Feelings both emotions and-sensations.
I. _The principle of serviceable associated Habits_.--Certain complex
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: hopes." The deputy foreman looked again at Dakota. "It's a
disappointment," he added. "You may know what I mean."
I had known a little, but not to the very deep, of the man's
pride and purpose in this trust. Scipio gave him sympathy. "There
must be quite a balance of 'em left with yu' yet," said Scipio,
cheeringly.
"I had the boys plumb contented," pursued the deputy foreman,
hurt into open talk of himself. "Away along as far as Saynt Paul
I had them reconciled to my authority. Then this news about gold
had to strike us."
"And they're a-dreamin' nuggets and Parisian bowleyvards,"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: there is not a stitch there which I did not set with dreadful
thoughts. How many times I have thought of escaping to fling myself
into the sea! Why? I don't know why,--little childish troubles, but
very keen, though they are so silly. Often I have kissed my mother at
night as one would kiss a mother for the last time, saying in my
heart: 'To-morrow I will kill myself.' But I do not die. Suicides go
to hell, you know, and I am so afraid of hell that I resign myself to
live, to get up in the morning and go to bed at night, and work the
same hours, and do the same things. I am not so weary of it, but I
suffer--And yet, my father and mother adore me. Oh! I am bad, I am
bad; I say so to my confessor."
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