| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: fallu l'etrangler.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. L'etrangler? Qui a ose faire cela?
SECOND SOLDAT [montrant le bourreau, un grand negre] Celui-le,
Naaman.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Il n'a pas eu peur?
SECOND SOLDAT. Mais non. Le tetrarque lui a envoye la bague.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Quelle bague?
SECOND SOLDAT. La bague de la mort. Ainsi, il n'a pas eu peur.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Cependant, c'est terrible d'etrangler un roi.
PREMIER SOLDAT. Pourquoi? Les rois n'ont qu'un cou, comme les
autres hommes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: "Oh, yes, indeed, sir," said the district judge with a sigh. "For
if this murderer is the same who committed the other crimes he must
live here in or near the village, and therefore must be known to
all and not likely to excite suspicion."
"I beg your pardon, sir," put in the doctor. "There must be at
least two of them. One man alone could not have carried off the
farm hand who was killed to the swamp where his body was found.
Nor could one man alone have taken away the bloody body of the
pastor. Our venerable friend was a man of size and weight, as
you know, and one man alone could not have dragged his body from
he room without leaving an easily seen trail."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: easily guess the agitation which the Countess was going through. The
lady might fan herself gracefully, smile on the young men who bowed to
her, and bring into play all the arts by which a woman hides her
emotion,--the Dowager, one of the most clear-sighted and mischief-
loving duchesses bequeathed by the eighteenth century to the
nineteenth, could read her heart and mind through it all.
The old lady seemed to detect the slightest movement that revealed the
impressions of the soul. The imperceptible frown that furrowed that
calm, pure forehead, the faintest quiver of the cheeks, the curve of
the eyebrows, the least curl of the lips, whose living coral could
conceal nothing from her,--all these were to the Duchess like the
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