| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: he had done with it."
Doctor Lombard interrupted him with a snarl. "When he had done
with it? Just so: I thank thee for that word! When it had been
re-photographed, drawn, traced, autotyped, passed about from hand
to hand, defiled by every ignorant eye in England, vulgarized by
the blundering praise of every art-scribbler in Europe! Bah!
I'd as soon give you the picture itself: why don't you ask for
that?"
"Well, sir," said Wyant calmly, "if you will trust me with it,
I'll engage to take it safely to England and back, and to let no
eye but Clyde's see it while it is out of your keeping."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: Just as Pierrotin reappeared, having harnessed Bichette, the porter
returned with a stout man in tow, whose weight could not have been
less than two hundred and fifty pounds at the very least. Pere Leger
belonged to the species of farmer which has a square back, a
protuberant stomach, a powdered pigtail, and wears a little coat of
blue linen. His white gaiters, coming above the knee, were fastened
round the ends of his velveteen breeches and secured by silver
buckles. His hob-nailed shoes weighed two pounds each. In his hand, he
held a small reddish stick, much polished, with a large knob, which
was fastened round his wrist by a thong of leather.
"And you are called Pere Leger?" asked Georges, very seriously, as the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: My princess, O my princess! true she errs,
But in her own grand way: being herself
Three times more noble than three score of men,
She sees herself in every woman else,
And so she wears her error like a crown
To blind the truth and me: for her, and her,
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia, mix
The nectar; but--ah she--whene'er she moves
The Samian Herč rises and she speaks
A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun.'
So saying from the court we paced, and gained
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