The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: this suffering will prevent your trying starving again.'
'Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!' she went on
bitterly, wringing her hands. 'And that wind sounding in the firs
by the lattice. Do let me feel it - it comes straight down the
moor - do let me have one breath!' To pacify her I held the
casement ajar a few seconds. A cold blast rushed through; I closed
it, and returned to my post. She lay still now, her face bathed in
tears. Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her spirit: our
fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child.
'How long is it since I shut myself in here?' she asked, suddenly
reviving.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: again."
"His marriage would be my death," said she.
She allowed the sham priest to lead the way, that she might stand on
tiptoe and whisper to Lucien without being seen.
"Is it your wish," said she, "that I should remain in the power of
this man who sets two hyenas to guard me?"
Lucien bowed his head.
The poor child swallowed down her grief and affected gladness, but she
felt cruelly oppressed. It needed more than a year of constant and
devoted care before she was accustomed to these two dreadful creatures
whom Carlos Herrera called the two watch-dogs.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honore de Balzac: damned soul that can never leave hell.--No one ventures to utter such
things as these. You hear the groans of anguish from a man wounded to
the heart, crying like a second Job from the ashes, 'Behold my
sores!' "
"But whether I fight upon this field or elsewhere, fight I must," said
Lucien.
"Then, be sure of this," returned Lousteau, "if you have anything in
you, the war will know no truce, the best chance of success lies in an
empty head. The austerity of your conscience, clear as yet, will relax
when you see that a man holds your future in his two hands, when a
word from such a man means life to you, and he will not say that word.
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