| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: table."
She sprang to her feet, poured his coffee into an enamel cup, and gave him
bread and a knife, then, taking a wash rag from the sink, smeared over the
black linoleumed table.
"Swine of a day--swine's life," mumbled the Man, sitting by the table and
staring out of the window at the bruised sky, which seemed to bulge heavily
over the dull land. He stuffed his mouth with bread and then swilled it
down with the coffee.
The Child drew a pail of water, turned up her sleeves, frowning the while
at her arms, as if to scold them for being so thin, so much like little
stunted twigs, and began to mop over the floor.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: following passed on the right hand of the pillars, and went
wandering on toward the house.
The nearer I got to that, the drearier it appeared. It seemed
like the one wing of a house that had never been finished. What
should have been the inner end stood open on the upper floors,
and showed against the sky with steps and stairs of uncompleted
masonry. Many of the windows were unglazed, and bats flew in and
out like doves out of a dove-cote.
The night had begun to fall as I got close; and in three of the
lower windows, which were very high up and narrow, and well
barred, the changing light of a little fire began to glimmer.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: add them to the thirty I can command, and you have a hundred and ten.
Then, as twenty remain to you of the Boucher committee, you will have
a hundred and thirty in all."
"Well," said Albert, "we must get seventy-five more."
"Yes," said the priest, "since all the rest are Ministerial. But, my
son, you have two hundred votes, and the Prefecture no more than a
hundred and eighty."
"I have two hundred votes?" said Albert, standing stupid with
amazement, after starting to his feet as if shot up by a spring.
"You have those of Monsieur de Chavoncourt," said the Abbe.
"How?" said Albert.
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