| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: told me. After all, it was a half-light thrown upon the fogs of my
life without even allowing me to know whether I was or was not the
child of a legitimate marriage. It also seemed to me that such
paternal intimations addressed to a man of my age were much too
despotic and imperious. Was it not a strange proceeding to change my
whole life as if I were a boy just leaving school! At first I employed
to myself all the arguments against this political vocation which you
and my other friends have since addressed to me. Nevertheless
curiosity impelled me to go the Mongenods'; and finding there, sure
enough, in actual, living money, the two hundred and fifty thousand
francs announced to me, I was led to reason in another way.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the lights are out and get a smoke."
"Can't do it, Mr. Van Alstyne," I said. "Got positive orders."
"That doesn't include me." He was still perfectly good-humored.
"Sorry," I said. "Have to have a written order from Mr. Pierce."
He put a silver dollar on the desk between us and looked at me
over it.
"Will that open the case?" he asked. But I shook my head.
"Well, I'll be hanged! What the devil sort of order did he give
you?"
"He said," I repeated, "that I'd be coaxed and probably bribed to
open the cigar case, and that you'd probably be the first
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: early in the morning to go to the Lighthouse down it came over his
foot, over Cam's foot, over anybody's foot. One sat and watched it.
But whose foot was he thinking of, and in what garden did all this
happen? For one had settings for these scenes; trees that grew there;
flowers; a certain light; a few figures. Everything tended to set
itself in a garden where there was none of this gloom. None of this
throwing of hands about; people spoke in an ordinary tone of voice.
They went in and out all day long. There was an old woman gossiping in
the kitchen; and the blinds were sucked in and out by the breeze; all
was blowing, all was growing; and over all those plates and bowls and
tall brandishing red and yellow flowers a very thin yellow veil would
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