| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: He looked intently into my face; the charming expression faded
away, his eyes grew dim again, and he sniffed and muttered
feebly:
"Yes, yes. . . . Excuse an old man. . . . It's all nonsense . . .
yes."
As he slowly descended the staircase, spreading out his hands to
balance himself and showing me his huge, bulky back and red neck,
he gave me the unpleasant impression of a sort of crab.
"You ought to go away, your Excellency," he muttered. "To
Petersburg or abroad. . . . Why should you live here and waste
your golden days? You are young, wealthy, and healthy. . . . Yes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac: were cleverer at ruining a man than the courtesans of to-day; but this
one--I recognized her!--it is a bit of the last century."
"Uncle," said Octave, with a manner that was tender and grave, "you
are totally mistaken. Madame Firmiani deserves your esteem, and all
the adoration the world gives her."
"Youth, youth! always the same!" cried Monsieur de Bourbonne. "Well,
go on; tell me the same old story. But please remember that my
experience in gallantry is not of yesterday."
"My dear, kind uncle, here is a letter which will tell you nearly
all," said Octave, taking it from an elegant portfolio, HER gift, no
doubt. "When you have read it I will tell you the rest, and you will
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: holding themselves back from dinner. Excellent the clear soup
always was at the club! Then perhaps a Chateaubriand. That--what
was that? Soft and large and quite near and noiseless. An owl!
The damp feeling was coming through his cloak. And this April night
air had a knife edge. Early ice coming down the Atlantic perhaps.
It was wonderful to be here on the top of the round world and feel
the icebergs away there. Or did this wind come from Russia? He
wasn't quite clear just how he was oriented, he had turned about so
much. Which was east? Anyhow it was an extremely cold wind.
What had he been thinking? Suppose after all that ending with Mrs.
Skelmersdale was simply a beginning. So far he had never looked sex
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