| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: restless when Hippolyte did not come, she scolded him so
effectually for his absence, that the painter had to give up
seeing his other friends, and now went nowhere. Adelaide allowed
the natural jealousy of women to be perceived when she heard that
sometimes at eleven o'clock, on quitting the house, the painter
still had visits to pay, and was to be seen in the most brilliant
drawing-rooms of Paris. This mode of life, she assured him, was
bad for his health; then, with the intense conviction to which
the accent, the emphasis and the look of one we love lend so much
weight, she asserted that a man who was obliged to expend his
time and the charms of his wit on several women at once could not
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: burned the fires of the Tartar camp, flickering beyond the
Angara. Down the river drifted numerous blocks of ice,
some of which stuck on the piles of the old bridges; others
were swept along by the current with great rapidity. It
was evident, as the merchant had observed, that it would
be very difficult for the Angara to freeze all over. The
defenders of Irkutsk had not to dread being attacked on
that side. Ten o'clock had just struck. The Grand Duke
was about to dismiss his officers and retire to his apartments,
when a tumult was heard outside the palace.
Almost immediately the door was thrown open, an aide-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: fountain pen, as good, apparently, as the day it was made,
and a metal covered memoranda book, closed over the bones of
an index finger.
It was a gruesome sight--a pitiful sight--this lone
inhabitant of mighty London.
I picked up the metal covered memoranda book. Its pages
were rotten and stuck together. Only here and there was a
sentence or a part of a sentence legible. The first that I
could read was near the middle of the little volume:
"His majesty left for Tunbridge Wells today, he . . . jesty
was stricken . . . terday. God give she does not die . . .
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