| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: done great services, he had recently been implicated in a criminal
case, and the intervention of the Governor of Normandy, obtained by
the duchess, had alone saved him from being brought to trial. The duke
had no reason to repent this protection given to the old bonesetter.
Beauvouloir saved the life of the Marquis de Saint-Sever in so
dangerous an illness that any other physician would have failed in
doing so. But the wounds of the duchess were too deep-seated and dated
too far back to be cured, especially as they were constantly kept open
in her home. When her sufferings warned this angel of many sorrows
that her end was approaching, death was hastened by the gloomy
apprehensions that filled her mind as to the future.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: unknown to the world. He knew what it was to tremble when he heard
over his head the hiss of a bird's wing, so rarely did they pass, or
when he saw the clouds, changing and many colored travelers, melt one
into another. He studied in the night time the effect of the moon upon
the ocean of sand, where the simoom made waves swift of movement and
rapid in their change. He lived the life of the Eastern day, marveling
at its wonderful pomp; then, after having reveled in the sight of a
hurricane over the plain where the whirling sands made red, dry mists
and death-bearing clouds, he would welcome the night with joy, for
then fell the healthful freshness of the stars, and he listened to
imaginary music in the skies. Then solitude taught him to unroll the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: it was almost like shouting down a tunnel--and the echoes jumped
from rock to rock.
After a long time there came back the drawling, sleepy snarl
of a full-fed tiger just wakened.
"Who calls?" said Shere Khan, and a splendid peacock fluttered
up out of the ravine screeching.
"I, Mowgli. Cattle thief, it is time to come to the Council
Rock! Down--hurry them down, Akela! Down, Rama, down!"
The herd paused for an instant at the edge of the slope, but
Akela gave tongue in the full hunting-yell, and they pitched over
one after the other, just as steamers shoot rapids, the sand and
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