| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: troubled Mistress Affery in her waking dreams of Mr.
Flintwinch, has been from time out of mind a signal of alarm.
"In New Zealand it is ominous to see the figure of an absent
person, for if it be shadowy and the face not visible, his
death may erelong be expected, but if the face be seen he is
dead already. A party of Maoris (one of whom told the story)
were seated round a fire in the open air, when there appeared,
seen only by two of them, the figure of a relative, left ill
at home; they exclaimed, the figure vanished, and on the
return of the party it appeared that the sick man had died
about the time of the vision."[169] The belief in wraiths has
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: something that was no longer yours to sell, for your barley had
already been turned into money which was to be paid down at the
stipulated time. But go on."
Genestas gave the doctor a significant glance, to call his attention
to Taboureau's impassive countenance. Not a muscle had stirred in the
usurer's face during this reprimand; there was no flush on his
forehead, and no sign of emotion in his little eyes.
"Well, sir, I am called upon to supply the barley at last winter's
price. Now _I_ consider that I am not bound to do so."
"Look here, Taboureau, deliver that barley and be very quick about it,
or make up your mind to be respected by nobody in the future. Even if
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: you, Gaspard?" with all the strength of his lungs. But there was
no reply, no murmur, no groan, nothing. It was quite dark, and
the snow looked wan.
The wind had risen, that icy wind which cracks the rocks, and
leaves nothing alive on those deserted heights. It came in sudden
gusts, more parching and more deadly than the burning wind of the
desert, and again Ulrich shouted: "Gaspard! Gaspard! Gaspard!"
Then he waited again. Everything was silent on the mountain! Then
he shook with terror, and with a bound he was inside the inn. He
shut and bolted the door, and then fell into a chair, trembling
all over, for he felt certain that his comrade had called him at
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