| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac: the top of, he was so tall! A very good gentleman, from Picardy, and
who had, as we say, his head close to his cap. He paid for everything
down, so as never to have difficulties with any one. He was hot-
tempered, you see! All our ladies liked him very much.'
" 'Because he was hot-tempered?' I asked her.
" 'Well, may be,' said she; 'and you may suppose, sir, that a man had
to have something to show for a figurehead before he could marry
Madame de Merret, who, without any reflection on others, was the
handsomest and richest heiress in our parts. She had about twenty
thousand francs a year. All the town was at the wedding; the bride was
pretty and sweet-looking, quite a gem of a woman. Oh, they were a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: "I looked at Miss Harriet from the corner of my eye. Her
countenance did not change in the least; but the under-servant
came toward me with eyes wide open. She was a fat girl, of about
eighteen years of age, rosy, fresh, strong as a horse, yet
possessing a rare attribute in one in her position--she was very
neat and clean. I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way
corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.
"The dinner being over, I went to smoke my pipe under the
apple-trees, walking up and down at my ease, from one end of the
court to the other. All the reflections which I had made during
the day, the strange discovery of the morning, that grotesque and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: Cary christened it "the drowned magpie;" how the Sta. Catharina was
near lost on the Isle of Man, and then put into Castleton (where
the Manx-men slew a whole boat's-crew with their arrows), and then
put out again, when Amyas fought with her a whole day, and shot
away her mainyard; how the Spaniard blundered down the coast of
Wales, not knowing whither he went; how they were both nearly lost
on Holyhead, and again on Bardsey Island; how they got on a lee
shore in Cardigan Bay, before a heavy westerly gale, and the Sta.
Catharina ran aground on Sarn David, one of those strange
subaqueous pebble-dykes which are said to be the remnants of the
lost land of Gwalior, destroyed by the carelessness of Prince
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