| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: doubt that, could he see his little effusion honoured as I see it,
(looking at the book again, and replacing it on the table), he
would consider it as the proudest moment of his life."
After this speech he was gone as soon as possible. Emma could not
think it too soon; for with all his good and agreeable qualities,
there was a sort of parade in his speeches which was very apt
to incline her to laugh. She ran away to indulge the inclination,
leaving the tender and the sublime of pleasure to Harriet's share.
CHAPTER X
Though now the middle of December, there had yet been no weather
to prevent the young ladies from tolerably regular exercise;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: literary activity discredited by Jean Jacques Rousseau on account
of the extreme thoroughness he brought to the work of justifying
his own existence; for that such was his purpose is palpably,
even grossly, visible to an unprejudiced eye. But then, you see,
the man was not a writer of fiction. He was an artless moralist,
as is clearly demonstrated by his anniversaries being celebrated
with marked emphasis by the heirs of the French Revolution, which
was not a political movement at all, but a great outburst of
morality. He had no imagination, as the most casual perusal of
"Emile" will prove. He was no novelist, whose first virtue is
the exact understanding of the limits traced by the reality of
 A Personal Record |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: counter, from which the shop-mistress was just cutting a slice for
a customer. Abel leaned over it, inhaling the rich, pungent
fragrance.
"`Enos,' said he to me, between his sniffs, `this impresses me like
flowers--like marigolds. It must be--really--yes, the vegetable
element is predominant. My instinct towards it is so strong that
I cannot be mistaken. May I taste it, ma'am?'
"The woman sliced off a thin corner, and presented it to him on the
knife.
"`Delicious!' he exclaimed; `I am right,--this is the True Food.
Give me two pounds--and the crackers, ma'am.'
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