| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: out suddenly, like a welt, on his forehead. Then he came
toward her. She raised her hand in a little futile gesture.
She took an involuntary step backward, encountered the chair
she had just left, and sank into it coweringly. She sat
there, looking up at him, fascinated. His hand, on the wing
of the great chair, was shaking. So, too, was his voice.
"Fanny, Katherine's not here."
Fanny still looked up at him, wordlessly.
"Katherine left here yesterday. She's in town." Then, at
the look in her face, "She was here when I telephoned you
yesterday. Late yesterday afternoon she had one of her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: The sagacity of a savage, which Michaud's new occupation had developed
among his faculties, joined to an acquaintance with the passions and
interests of Blangy, enabled him partially to understand a third idyll
in the Greek style, which poor villagers like Tonsard, and middle-aged
rich men like Rigou, translate FREELY--to use the classic word--in the
depths of their country solitudes.
Nicolas, Tonsard's second son, had drawn an unlucky number at a recent
conscription. Two years earlier his elder brother had been pronounced,
through the influence of Soudry, Gaubertin, and Sarcus the rich, unfit
for military service, on account of a pretended weakness in the
muscles of the right arm; but as Jean-Louis had since wielded
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all-the-world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
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