| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: "And that one," said Lucien, smiling, "is uncommonly like yours."
"And them," said Esther, answering Lucien with another look of
intelligence, while still speaking to the Baron, "bring her here with
her nabob; he is very anxious to make your acquaintance. They say he
is very rich. The poor woman has already poured out I know not how
many elegies; she complains that her nabob is no good; and if you
relieve him of his ballast, perhaps he will sail closer to the wind."
"You tink ve are all tieves!" said the Baron as he went away.
"What ails you, my Lucien?" asked Esther in her friend's ear, just
touching it with her lips as soon as the box door was shut.
"I am lost! I have just been turned from the door of the Hotel de
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: Downstairs were three people, a tall soldier of the bodyguard in
grey; an A.D.C., Captain Moreno, and Col. Matteoli, the minister
of the household. I went upstairs to a drawing-room of much the
same easy and generalised character as the one in which I had met
General Joffre a few days before. I gave my hat to a second
bodyguard, and as I did so a pleasantly smiling man appeared at
the door of the study whom I thought at first must be some
minister in attendance. I did not recognise him instantly
because on the stamps and coins he is always in profile. He
began to talk in excellent English about my journey, and I
replied, and so talking we went into the study from which he had
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: And--"Are we then so serious?"
La Figlia Che Piange
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
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