| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: a child would be your death."
Many men, whose hopes were fastened on du Bousquier's triumph, sang
his praises to their wives, who in turn repeated them to the poor wife
in some such speech as this:--
"You are very lucky, dear, to have married such an able man; you'll
escape the misery of women whose husbands are men without energy,
incapable of managing their property, or bringing up their children."
"Your husband is making you queen of the department, my love. He'll
never leave you embarrassed, not he! Why, he leads all Alencon."
"But I wish," said the poor wife, "that he gave less time to the
public and--"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: toxicologists----"
"One of the world's greatest what? Say it again."
"He knows more about poisons than almost anybody," I explained.
"Well, my idea is, that perhaps he's found some way of making
strychnine tasteless. Or it may not have been strychnine at all,
but some obscure drug no one has ever heard of, which produces
much the same symptoms."
"H'm, yes, that might be," said John. "But look here, how could
he have got at the coco? That wasn't downstairs?"
"No, it wasn't," I admitted reluctantly.
And then, suddenly, a dreadful possibility flashed through my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: leurs ridicules ceremonies, et des barbares qui boivent toujours et
jettent leur vin sur les dalles, et des Grecs de Smyrne avec leurs
yeux peints et leurs joues fardees, et leurs cheveux frises en
spirales, et des Egyptiens, silencieux, subtils, avec leurs ongles
de jade et leurs manteaux bruns, et des Romains avec leur brutalite,
leur lourdeur, leurs gros mots. Ah! que je deteste les Romains! Ce
sont des gens communs, et ils se donnent des airs de grands
seigneurs.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne voulez-vous pas vous asseoir, princesse?
LE PAGE D'HERODIAS. Pourquoi lui parler? Pourquoi la regarder? . .
. Oh! il va arriver un malheur.
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