| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: impulse or an action should seem spontaneous."
"But," said Madame de l'Estorade, excitedly, "do you think that my
hatred, as you call it, will be acted? I do hate him, that man; he is
our evil genius!"
"Come, come, my dear, be calm! I don't know you--you, you have always
been Reason incarnate."
At this moment Lucas entered the room and asked his mistress if she
would receive /a/ Monsieur Jacques Bricheteau. Madame de l'Estorade
looked at her friend, as if to consult her.
"He is that organist who was so useful to Monsieur de Sallenauve
during the election. I don't know what he can want of me."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: his comrades, and there was a sweet pang at his heart at the
thought that he was only twenty-six, and that if in five or ten
years he could break away from here and get to Moscow, even then
it would not be too late and he would still have a whole life
before him. And as he sank into unconsciousness, as his thoughts
began to be confused, he imagined the long corridor of the court
at Moscow, himself delivering a speech, his sisters, the
orchestra which for some reason kept droning: "Oo-oo-oo-oo!
Oo-oooo-oo!"
"Booh! Trah!" sounded again. "Booh!"
And he suddenly recalled how one day, when he was talking to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: curiosity. A strong puff of wind fluttered the awnings and one of
the screens blowing out wide let in upon the quarter-deck the
rippling glitter of the Shallows, showing to d'Alcacer the
luminous vastness of the sea, with the line of the distant
horizon, dark like the edge of the encompassing night, drawn at
the height of Mrs. Travers' shoulder. . . . Where was it he had
seen her last--a long time before, on the other side of the
world? There was also the glitter of splendour around her then,
and an impression of luminous vastness. The encompassing night,
too, was there, the night that waits for its time to move forward
upon the glitter, the splendour, the men, the women.
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