| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: the young cavalier who lay dead, or at the knight who rode next to
him; and see! I had slain one with whom I had no quarrel and left
my enemy unharmed.
'Ho there!' cried de Garcia in Spanish. 'I desire to speak with
the leader of the rebel Otomie on behalf of the Captain Bernal
Diaz, who commands this army.'
Now I mounted on the wall by means of a ladder which was at hand,
and answered, 'Speak on, I am the man you seek.'
'You know Spanish well, friend,' said de Garcia, starting and
looking at me keenly beneath his bent brows. 'Say now, where did
you learn it? And what is your name and lineage?'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: anywhere rather than in their horrible rooms--horrible for purposes of
study, delightful as soon as they were used for gossiping and smoking
in. Put a cloth on the table, and the impromptu dinner sent in from
the best eating-house in the neighborhood--places for four--two of
them in petticoats--show a lithograph of this "Interior" to the
veriest bigot, and she will be bound to smile.
We thought only of amusing ourselves. The reason for our dissipation
lay in the most serious facts of the politics of the time. Juste and I
could not see any room for us in the two professions our parents
wished us to take up. There are a hundred doctors, a hundred lawyers,
for one that is wanted. The crowd is choking these two paths which are
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: ways and the sober talk I was used to, that I tried to ring in with
the old people, but they wouldn't have it. They considered me a
conceited young upstart, and gave me the cold shoulder. Two weeks
was a-plenty for me. I was glad to get back my bald head again,
and my pipe, and my old drowsy reflections in the shade of a rock
or a tree."
"Well," says I, "do you mean to say you're going to stand still at
seventy-two, forever?"
"I don't know, and I ain't particular. But I ain't going to drop
back to twenty-five any more - I know that, mighty well. I know a
sight more than I did twenty-seven years ago, and I enjoy learning,
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