| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: treacherously that which a thrasonical patriot like yourself is
afraid of doing frankly and openly. I have other reasons. But that
one should suffice you."
Danton gasped. Then he swore more amazingly and variedly than ever.
"By --! you are right," he admitted, to Andre-Louis' amazement.
"You are right, and I am wrong. I am as bad a patriot as you are,
and I am a coward as well." And he invoked the whole Pantheon to
witness his self-denunciation. "Only, you see, I count for
something: and if they take me and hang me, why, there it is!
Monsieur, we must find some other way. Forgive the intrusion.
Adieu!" He held out his enormous hand..
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: resolved on making the greatest possible sacrifice for a man of
superior intellect, to work as a subordinate to some rich and
ambitious deputy. Like a second Bonaparte, he sought his Barras; the
new Colbert hoped to find a Mazarin. He did immense services, and he
did them then and there; he assumed no importance, he made no boast,
he did not complain of ingratitude. He did them in the hope that his
patron would put him in a position to be elected deputy; Marcas wished
for nothing but a loan that might enable him to purchase a house in
Paris, the qualification required by law. Richard III. asked for
nothing but his horse.
In three years Marcas had made his man--one of the fifty supposed
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY
(From the Persian)
When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their fragrance like a wail.
Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
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