| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: your cheeks, before the ear became once more contented with
the silence, or the seven sleepers of the Toll House dozed
back to their accustomed corners. Yet a little, and the
ostler would swing round the great barrier across the road;
and in the golden evening, that dreamy inn begin to trim its
lamps and spread the board for supper.
As I recall the place - the green dell below; the spires of
pine; the sun-warm, scented air; that gray, gabled inn, with
its faint stirrings of life amid the slumber of the mountains
- I slowly awake to a sense of admiration, gratitude, and
almost love. A fine place, after all, for a wasted life to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: replied Thorpe, lending himself lazily to the other's metaphor.
"I'm loaded up to the gunnels already."
A minute of rather oppressive silence ensued.
Then Plowden ventured upon an opening. "All the same,
it WAS with an idea of,--perhaps being of use to you,--
that I came here," he affirmed. "In what way?" Thorpe put
the query almost listlessly.
Lord Plowden turned his hands and let his dark
eyes sparkle in a gesture of amiable uncertainty.
"That depended upon what was needed. I got the impression
that you were in trouble--the paper spoke as if there
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: wearing the Legion of honor, who was coming from the boulevard by way
of the rue Neuve-Vivienne.
"Hey!" said Leon, "what are you pondering over, my dear Dubourdieu?
Some fine symbolic composition? My dear cousin, I have the pleasure to
present to you our illustrious painter Dubourdieu, not less celebrated
for his humanitarian convictions than for his talents in art.
Dubourdieu, my cousin Palafox."
Dubourdieu, a small, pale man with melancholy blue eyes, bowed
slightly to Gazonal, who bent low as before a man of genius.
"So you have elected Stidmann in place of--" he began.
"How could I help it? I wasn't there," replied Lora.
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