| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: years in prison, he thought, and hardly aware of it! And he glanced at
the silent priest. A man so evidently fond of music, of theaters, of the
world, to whom pressed flowers had meant something once--and now
contented to bleach upon these wastes! Not even desirous of a brief
holiday, but finding an old organ and some old operas enough recreation!
"It is his age, I suppose," thought Gaston. And then the notion of
himself when he should be sixty occurred to him, and he spoke.
"Do you know, I do not believe," said he, "that I should ever reach such
contentment as yours."
"Perhaps you will," said Padre Ignacio, in a low voice.
"Never!" declared the youth. "It comes only to the few, I am sure."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: spy. You are refugees, I have guessed that. I am a Frenchman whom one
look from you has fixed at Gersau."
Rodolphe, startled by the acute pain caused by some steel instrument
piercing his side, fell like a log.
"/Nel lago con pietra/!" said the terrible dumb girl.
"Oh, Gina!" exclaimed the Italian.
"She has missed me," said Rodolphe, pulling from his wound a stiletto,
which had been turned by one of the false ribs. "But a little higher
up it would have been deep in my heart.--I was wrong, Francesca," he
went on, remembering the name he had heard little Gina repeat several
times; "I owe her no grudge, do not scold her. The happiness of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: of course.
"This, then," said Cadmus, gazing around him, "this is to be my
home."
It was a fertile and lovely plain, with great trees flinging
their sun-speckled shadows over it, and hills fencing it in
from the rough weather At no great distance, they beheld a
river gleaming in the sunshine. A home feeling stole into the
heart of poor Cadmus. He was very glad to know that here he
might awake in the morning without the necessity of putting on
his dusty sandals to travel farther and farther. The days and
the years would pass over him, and find him still in this
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