| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The United States Constitution: laid by any State on Imports or Exports, shall be for the Use of the Treasury
of the United States; and all such Laws shall be subject to the Revision
and Controul of the Congress.
No State shall, without the Consent of Congress, lay any Duty of
Tonnage, keep Troops, or Ships of War in time of Peace, enter into any
Agreement or Compact with another State, or with a foreign Power, or
engage in War, unless actually invaded, or in such imminent Danger
as will not admit of delay.
ARTICLE 2
Section 1. The executive Power shall be vested in a President
of the United States of America. He shall hold his Office during
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: gutter to the window of her room; to risk his life to kneel beside her
on a silken cushion before a glowing fire, during the sleep of a
dangerous husband, whose snores would double their joy; to defy both
heaven and earth in snatching the boldest of all kisses; to say no
word that would not lead to death or at least to sanguinary combat if
overheard,--all these voluptuous images and romantic dangers decided
the young man. However slight might be the guerdon of his enterprise,
could he only kiss once more the hand of his lady, he still resolved
to venture all, impelled by the chivalrous and passionate spirit of
those days. He never supposed for a moment that the countess would
refuse him the soft happiness of love in the midst of such mortal
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry: notes of his unmusical singing coming nearer and nearer; and she ran
to the edge of the pear to meet him.
The Kid seldom smiled; but he smiled and waved his hat when he saw
her. He dismounted, and his girl sprang into his arms. The Kid looked
at her fondly. His thick, black hair clung to his head like a wrinkled
mat. The meeting brought a slight ripple of some undercurrent of
feeling to his smooth, dark face that was usually as motionless as a
clay mask.
"How's my girl?" he asked, holding her close.
"Sick of waiting so long for you, dear one," she answered. "My eyes
are dim with always gazing into that devil's pincushion through which
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