| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: her delirium.
"Oh, my angel! be calm," said Luigi, kissing her; "our good days are
coming back to us."
"My Luigi," she said, looking at him with extraordinary attention,
"listen to me. I feel that I am dying. My death is natural; I suffered
too much; besides, a happiness so great as mine has to be paid for.
Yes, my Luigi, be comforted. I have been so happy that if I were to
live again I would again accept our fate. I am a bad mother; I regret
you more than I regret my child-- My child!" she added, in a hollow
voice.
Two tears escaped her dying eyes, and suddenly she pressed the little
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Grimm's Fairy Tales by Brothers Grimm: said Hans, 'who would have thought it? What a shame to take my horse,
and give me only a dry cow! If I kill her, what will she be good for?
I hate cow-beef; it is not tender enough for me. If it were a pig now
--like that fat gentleman you are driving along at his ease--one could
do something with it; it would at any rate make sausages.' 'Well,'
said the butcher, 'I don't like to say no, when one is asked to do a
kind, neighbourly thing. To please you I will change, and give you my
fine fat pig for the cow.' 'Heaven reward you for your kindness and
self-denial!' said Hans, as he gave the butcher the cow; and taking
the pig off the wheel-barrow, drove it away, holding it by the string
that was tied to its leg.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: You see," and he pointed to an advertisement sheet, "the History is
being brought out by one of the most respectable firms in Paris, and
not by me."
The Marquis showed the lawyer into the ground-floor rooms, saying,
"This is my apartment."
Popinot was quite touched by the poetry, not aimed at but pervading
this dwelling. The weather was lovely, the windows were open, the air
from the garden brought in a wholesome earthy smell, the sunshine
brightened and gilded the woodwork, of a rather gloomy brown. At the
sight Popinot made up his mind that a madman would hardly be capable
of inventing the tender harmony of which he was at that moment
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