| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: feelings a secret.
"Do not even mention my name to her, my dear Eugene." He grasped
Rastignac's hand sadly and affectionately, and turned away from
him. Eugene went back to the Hotel Beauseant, the servant took
him to the Vicomtesse's room. There were signs there of
preparations for a journey. He sat down by the fire, fixed his
eyes on the cedar wood casket, and fell into deep mournful
musings. Mme. de Beauseant loomed large in these imaginings, like
a goddess in the Iliad.
"Ah! my friend! . . ." said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room
and laid her hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: made the acquaintance of "the Reverend Patterson, director of
the Evangelical Society." To follow the evolutions of that
reverend gentleman, who goes through scenes in which even Mr.
Duffield would hesitate to place a bishop, is to rise to new
ideas. But, alas! there was no Patterson about the Toll
House. Only, alongside of "From Palace to Hovel," a sixpenny
"Ouida" figured. So literature, you see, was not
unrepresented.
The school-ma'am had friends to stay with her, other school-
ma'ams enjoying their holidays, quite a bevy of damsels.
They seemed never to go out, or not beyond the verandah, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: Prissy.
"Put that over her face. It'll keep the sun out of her eyes."
Then as the heat beat down upon her unprotected head, she thought:
"I'll be as freckled as a guinea egg before this day is over."
She had never in her life been out in the sunshine without a hat or
veils, never handled reins without gloves to protect the white skin
of her dimpled hands. Yet here she was exposed to the sun in a
broken-down wagon with a broken-down horse, dirty, sweaty, hungry,
helpless to do anything but plod along at a snail's pace through a
deserted land. What a few short weeks it had been since she was
safe and secure! What a little while since she and everyone else
Gone With the Wind |
