| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: fossil tortoise has lately been discovered in Asia large enough
to support an elephant. I confess that I am partial to these wild
fancies, which transcend the order of time and development. They
are the sublimest recreation of the intellect. The partridge
loves peas, but not those that go with her into the pot.
In short, all good things are wild and free. There is something
in a strain of music, whether produced by an instrument or by the
human voice--take the sound of a bugle in a summer night, for
instance--which by its wildness, to speak without satire, reminds
me of the cries emitted by wild beasts in their native forests.
It is so much of their wildness as I can understand. Give me for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: not come out in time.
A very curious study would be that of the differences between these
various black gowns, pacing the immense hall in threes, or sometimes
in fours, their persistent talk filling the place with a loud, echoing
hum--a hall well named indeed, for this slow walk exhausts the lawyers
as much as the waste of words. But such a study has its place in the
volumes destined to reveal the life of Paris pleaders.
Asie had counted on the presence of these youths; she laughed in her
sleeve at some of the pleasantries she overheard, and finally
succeeded in attracting the attention of Massol, a young lawyer whose
time was more taken up by the Police Gazette than by clients, and who
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: hazy recollections into useful form and shape. But it was also
evident that orderly thinking was an unusual work for him, and he
found it almost too difficult. "I guess you 'better ask me
questions, maybe that'll go," he said after a pause.
Then Muller began to question. With his usual thoroughness he
began at the very beginning: "When was it that you climbed the
fence to get into the shed?"
"It just struck nine o'clock when I put my foot on the lowest bar."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Quite sure. I counted every stroke. You see, I wanted to know
how long the night was going to be, seein' I'd have to sleep in
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