| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: believes that the several breeds of the horse have descended from several
aboriginal species--one of which, the dun, was striped; and that the
above-described appearances are all due to ancient crosses with the dun
stock. But I am not at all satisfied with this theory, and should be loth
to apply it to breeds so distinct as the heavy Belgian cart-horse, Welch
ponies, cobs, the lanky Kattywar race, &c., inhabiting the most distant
parts of the world.
Now let us turn to the effects of crossing the several species of the
horse-genus. Rollin asserts, that the common mule from the ass and horse
is particularly apt to have bars on its legs. I once saw a mule with its
legs so much striped that any one at first would have thought that it must
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: Montegnac) the six guests felt a momentary embarrassment. The doctor,
the mayor and the /juge de paix/ knew nothing of Grossetete and
Gerard. But during the first course, old Grossetete's hearty good-
humor broke the ice of a first meeting. In addition to this, Madame
Graslin's cordiality led on Gerard, and encouraged Roubaud. Under her
touch these souls full of fine qualities recognized their relation,
and felt they had entered a sympathetic circle. So, by the time the
dessert appeared on the table, when the glass and china with gilded
edges sparkled, and the choicer wines were served by Aline and
Champion and Grossetete's valet, the conversation became sufficiently
confidential to allow these four choice minds, thus meeting by chance,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: live here without anything to do . . . in this boredom! Here I've
got a pain coming under my shoulder-blade! . . ."
My uncle frowned, and walked about more rapidly than ever.
"Brother," my mother inquired softly, "what would it cost to go
abroad?"
"At least three thousand . . ." my uncle answered in a te arful
voice. "I would go, but where am I to get it? I haven't a
farthing. Pff! . . . heartburn!"
My uncle stopped to look dejectedly at the grey, overcast
prospect from the window, and began pacing to and fro again.
A silence followed. . . . Mother looked a long while at the ikon,
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