| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: Parisians. "But never mind--proceed."
"Some little time after his entry into Madrid," said the Receiver-
General, "the Grand Duke of Berg invited the magnates of the capital
to an entertainment given to the newly conquered city by the French
army. In spite of the splendor of the affair, the Spaniards were not
very cheerful; their ladies hardly danced at all, and most of the
company sat down to cards. The gardens of the Duke's palace were so
brilliantly illuminated, that the ladies could walk about in as
perfect safety as in broad daylight. The fete was of imperial
magnificence. Nothing was grudged to give the Spaniards a high idea of
the Emperor, if they were to measure him by the standard of his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Disputation of the Power and Efficacy of Indulgences by Dr. Martin Luther: rare.
32. They will be condemned eternally, together with their
teachers, who believe themselves sure of their salvation
because they have letters of pardon.
33. Men must be on their guard against those who say that the
pope's pardons are that inestimable gift of God by which man
is reconciled to Him;
34. For these "graces of pardon" concern only the penalties of
sacramental satisfaction, and these are appointed by man.
35. They preach no Christian doctrine who teach that
contrition is not necessary in those who intend to buy souls
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: shook the marrow of the soldier's bones.
"Who are you?" said the soldier.
"I am the spirit of the stone," said the being. "You have heated
it in the flame, and I am here. Whatever you command I must
obey."
"Say you so?" cried the soldier, scrambling to his feet. "Very
well, then, just carry me to where I may find my wife and my
palace again."
Without a word the spirit of the stone snatched the soldier up,
and flew away with him swifter than the wind. Over forest, over
field, over mountain and over valley he flew, until at last, just
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