| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: knelt on one knee, writing on the other, to enable them to take notes
from the Master's improvised discourse, in the shorthand abbreviations
which are the despair of modern decipherers.
The hall was full, not of students only, but of the most distinguished
men belonging to the clergy, the court, and the legal faculty. There
were some learned foreigners, too--soldiers and rich citizens. The
broad faces were there, with prominent brows and venerable beards,
which fill us with a sort of pious respect for our ancestors when we
see their portraits from the Middle Ages. Lean faces, too, with
burning, sunken eyes, under bald heads yellow from the labors of
futile scholasticism, contrasted with young and eager countenances,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen: To some few of the company it appeared rather
a bold undertaking, considering the time of year,
and that it had rained every day for the last fortnight;--
and Mrs. Dashwood, who had already a cold, was persuaded
by Elinor to stay at home.
CHAPTER 13
Their intended excursion to Whitwell turned out
very different from what Elinor had expected. She was
prepared to be wet through, fatigued, and frightened;
but the event was still more unfortunate, for they did
not go at all.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: hearts. No matter how severe the censure they put upon you when you are
absent, the moment they are with you they soften and are all kindness and
warmth. As soon as their eyes rest on you, affection and love come bubbling
up. You are so made. Every animal likes you. All people like you. They can't
help it. You can't help it. You are universally lovable, and the best of it is
that you don't know it. You don't know it now. Even as I tell it to you, you
don't realize it, you won't realize it--and that very incapacity to realize it
is one of the reasons why you are so loved. You are incredulous now, and you
shake your head; but I know, who am your slave, as all people know, for they
likewise are your slaves.
"Why, in a minute we shall go in and join them. Mark the affection, almost
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