| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honore de Balzac: work. At the present moment he had drunk to the dregs the humiliation
of applications and appeals which constantly failed, and he was now,
like people in the higher walks of finance, about to change his tone
and become insolent, advisedly. But he needed a small sum in hand on
which to start, and Gaudissart gave him a share in the present affair
of ushering into the world the oil of Popinot.
"You are to negotiate on his account with the newspapers. But don't
play double; if you do I'll fight you to the death. Give him his
money's worth."
Popinot gazed at "the author" which much uneasiness. People who are
purely commercial look upon an author with mingled sentiments of fear,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: still bigger fool than before. I didn't insist, but I tried there
in the lobby, so far as a pressure of his hand could serve me, to
give him a notion of what I thought him. "I can't at any rate make
out," I said, "why I didn't hear from Mrs. Meldrum."
"She didn't write to you?"
"Never a word. What has become of her?"
"I think she's at Folkestone," Dawling returned; "but I'm sorry to
say that practically she has ceased to see us."
"You haven't quarrelled with her?"
"How COULD we? Think of all we owe her. At the time of our
marriage, and for months before, she did everything for us: I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: "He is right," said Peyrade. "We must get into chinks to listen, and
wait----"
"We will study that side of the subject," cried Corentin. "For the
present, I am out of work. You, Peyrade, be a very good boy. We must
always obey Monsieur le Prefet!"
"Monsieur de Nucingen wants bleeding," said Contenson; "he has too
many banknotes in his veins."
"But it was Lydie's marriage-portion I looked for there!" said
Peyrade, in a whisper to Corentin.
"Now, come along, Contenson, let us be off, and leave our daddy to
by-bye, by-bye!"
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