| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: door.
"Play the violin!" thought Prince Emilio. "What can have happened to
my palazzo? Am I awake? Here I am, in that woman's bed, and she
certainly thinks herself at home--she has taken off her cloak! Have I,
like Vendramin, inhaled opium, and am I in the midst of one of those
dreams in which he sees Venice as it was three centuries ago?"
The unknown fair one, seated in front of a dressing-table blazing with
wax lights, was unfastening her frippery with the utmost calmness.
"Ring for Giulia," said she; "I want to get my dress off."
At that instant, the Duke noticed that the supper had been disturbed;
he looked round the room, and discovered the Prince's trousers hanging
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: us to come up higher. The photographic camera and a trustworthy
lunch were stowed away in the pack-basket. The backboard was
adjusted at a comfortable angle in the stern seat of our little
boat. The guide held the little craft steady while I stepped into
my place; then he pushed out into the stream, and we went swiftly
down toward Round Lake.
A Saranac boat is one of the finest things that the skill of man
has ever produced under the inspiration of the wilderness. It is a
frail shell, so light that a guide can carry it on his shoulders
with ease, but so dexterously fashioned that it rides the heaviest
waves like a duck, and slips through the water as if by magic. You
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: hitting him, and several times too he discharged his revolver
on those of the soldiers who pressed him too closely. Each
time an Usbeck rolled on the ground, midst cries of rage
from his companions. But this pursuit could only termin-
ate to Michael's disadvantage. His horse was almost ex-
hausted. He managed to reach the bank of the river. The
Usbeck detachment was now not more than fifty paces be-
hind him.
The Obi was deserted -- not a boat of any description
which could take him over the water!
"Courage, my brave horse!" cried Michael. "Come!
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