| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac: "I cannot leave Paris, little one!" replied Henri. "I do not belong to
myself, I am bound by a vow to the fortune of several persons who
stand to me, as I do to them. But I can place you in a refuge in
Paris, where no human power can reach you."
"No," she said, "you forget the power of woman."
Never did phrase uttered by human voice express terror more
absolutely.
"What could reach you, then, if I put myself between you and the
world?"
"Poison!" she said. "Dona Concha suspects you already . . . and," she
resumed, letting the tears fall and glisten on her cheeks, "it is easy
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis: But Carol could not frolic.
She had made herself young, with parted hair, sailor blouse
and large blue bow, white canvas shoes and short linen skirt.
Her mirror had asserted that she looked exactly as she had in
college, that her throat was smooth, her collar-bone not very
noticeable. But she was under restraint. When they swam
she enjoyed the freshness of the water but she was irritated by
Cy's tricks, by Dave's excessive good spirits. She admired
Erik's dance; he could never betray bad taste, as Cy did, and
Dave. She waited for him to come to her. He did not come.
By his joyousness he had apparently endeared himself to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: replied.
'Take this magnifying-glass and try,' said Erskine, with the same
sad smile still playing about his mouth.
I took the glass, and moving the lamp a little nearer, I began to
spell out the crabbed sixteenth-century handwriting. 'To the onlie
begetter of these insuing sonnets.' . . . 'Good heavens!' I cried,
'is this Shakespeare's Mr. W. H.?'
'Cyril Graham used to say so,' muttered Erskine.
'But it is not a bit like Lord Pembroke,' I answered. 'I know the
Penshurst portraits very well. I was staying near there a few
weeks ago.'
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