| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: "If she does all this--if she waits patiently, if she is never cast down,
never despairs, never forgets her end, moves straight toward it, bending
men and things most unlikely to her purpose--she must succeed at last. Men
and things are plastic; they part to the right and left when one comes
among them moving in a straight line to one end. I know it by my own
little experience," she said. "Long years ago I resolved to be sent to
school. It seemed a thing utterly out of my power; but I waited, I
watched, I collected clothes, I wrote, took my place at the school; when
all was ready I bore with my full force on the Boer-woman, and she sent me
at last. It was a small thing; but life is made up of small things, as a
body is built up of cells. What has been done in small things can be done
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: Turk!" he added, looking at Christophe, who did not offer to
stir. "Christophe! Here! What, you don't answer to your own name?
Bring us some liquor, Turk!"
"Here it is, sir," said Christophe, holding out the bottle.
Vautrin filled Eugene's glass and Goriot's likewise, then he
deliberately poured out a few drops into his own glass, and
sipped it while his two neighbors drank their wine. All at once
he made a grimace.
"Corked!" he cried. "The devil! You can drink the rest of this,
Christophe, and go and find another bottle; take from the right-
hand side, you know. There are sixteen of us; take down eight
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: after leaving home.
Peyrade, meanwhile, had called every morning, either at Passy or in
Paris, to inquire whether Corentin had returned. On the eighth day he
left at each house a note, written in their peculiar cipher, to
explain to his friend what death hung over him, and to tell him of
Lydie's abduction and the horrible end to which his enemies had
devoted them. Peyrade, bereft of Corentin, but seconded by Contenson,
still kept up his disguise as a nabob. Even though his invisible foes
had discovered him, he very wisely reflected that he might glean some
light on the matter by remaining on the field of the contest.
Contenson had brought all his experience into play in his search for
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