| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: three days, on one of which he expected to be with her in disguise.
But in case he did not reach Carentan by the third day, she might know
some fatal difficulty had occurred, and the letter contained his last
wishes and a sad farewell. The paper trembled in the old man's hand.
"This is the third day," cried the countess, rising and walking
hurriedly up and down.
"You have been very imprudent," said the merchant. "Why send Brigitte
to buy those provisions?"
"But he may arrive half-dead with hunger, exhausted, and--"
She could say no more.
"I am sure of my brother the mayor," said the old man. "I will see him
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: affected nor his head either in the usual way. He gets aboard and
simply grabs the first thing that seems to him suitable - the cabin
lamp, a coil of rope, a bag of biscuits, a drum of oil - and
converts it into money without thinking twice about it. This is
the process and no other. You have only to look out that he
doesn't get a start. That's all."
"Confound his psychology," muttered Jasper. "But a man with a
voice like his is fit to talk to the angels. Is he incurable do
you think?"
I said that I thought so. Nobody had prosecuted him yet, but no
one would employ him any longer. His end would be, I feared, to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: He had intended going in to see the ladies, but the sight of
Adelaide's protector froze his heart and dispelled his purpose.
For the hundredth time he wondered what interest could bring this
old prodigal, with his eighty thousand francs a year, to this
fourth story, where he lost about forty francs every evening; and
he thought he could guess what it was.
The next and following days Hippolyte threw himself into his
work, and to try to conquer his passion by the swift rush of
ideas and the ardor of composition. He half succeeded. Study
consoled him, though it could not smother the memories of so many
tender hours spent with Adelaide.
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