| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo: "Do you know, Mr. Marius, that you are a very handsome fellow?"
And at the same moment the same idea occurred to them both,
and made her smile and him blush. She stepped up to him, and laid
her hand on his shoulder: "You pay no heed to me, but I know you,
Mr. Marius. I meet you here on the staircase, and then I often see
you going to a person named Father Mabeuf who lives in the direction
of Austerlitz, sometimes when I have been strolling in that quarter.
It is very becoming to you to have your hair tumbled thus."
She tried to render her voice soft, but only succeeded in making
it very deep. A portion of her words was lost in the transit
from her larynx to her lips, as though on a piano where some notes
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: streetcar corporation had turned her out into the rain; but now it was
beginning to grow serious, and to wake her up at night. Even worse
than that was the fearful nervousness from which she suffered;
she would have frightful headaches and fits of aimless weeping;
and sometimes she would come home at night shuddering and moaning,
and would fling herself down upon the bed and burst into tears.
Several times she was quite beside herself and hysterical; and then
Jurgis would go half-mad with fright. Elzbieta would explain to him
that it could not be helped, that a woman was subject to such things
when she was pregnant; but he was hardly to be persuaded, and would
beg and plead to know what had happened. She had never been like
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: ships. But the Adelantado's pride and obstinacy and seamanship
were against that. ``I'll sail her, because San
Domingo thinks I can!''
Stormy days and nights, and the Admiral watching. ``The
_Margarita_! Ho, look out! Do you see the _Margarita_?''
In the midst of foul weather came foully back the gout
that crippled him. I would have had him stay in his bed.
``I cannot! How do you think I can?'' In the end he
had us build him some kind of shelter upon deck, fastening
there a bench and laying a pallet upon this. Here, propped
against the wood, covered with cloaks, he still watched the
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