| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: as on the day when they tried to burn Tara, but she could dissemble
that hate. She knew that if she was going to make money, she would
have to make it out of the Yankees, and she had learned that
buttering them up with smiles and kind words was the surest way to
get their business for her mill.
Some day when she was very rich and her money was hidden away where
the Yankees could not find it, then, then she would tell them
exactly what she thought of them, tell them how she hated and
loathed and despised them. And what a joy that would be! But
until that time came, it was just plain common sense to get along
with them. And if that was hypocrisy, let Atlanta make the most of
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: an opportunity."
"In short you were afraid of it."
Again she hesitated and though it may have been only my fancy I
thought she considerably reddened. At all events she laughed out.
Then "I was afraid of it!" she very honestly answered.
"But doesn't he know? Has he given no sign?"
"Every sign in life--he came straight back to her. He did
everything to get her to listen to him, but she hasn't the smallest
idea of it."
"Has he seen her as she is now?" I presently and just a trifle
awkwardly enquired.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: late winter night there had been such a match; evidently with
disastrous results, since two timorous Poles had come to us with
incoherently whispered entreaties to attend to a very secret and
desperate case. We followed them to an abandoned barn, where the
remnants of a crowd of frightened foreigners were watching a silent
black form on the floor.
The match had been between Kid O’Brien
-- a lubberly and now quaking youth with a most un-Hibernian hooked
nose -- and Buck Robinson, "The Harlem Smoke." The negro had been
knocked out, and a moment’s examination shewed us that he would
permanently remain so. He was a loathsome, gorilla-like thing,
Herbert West: Reanimator |
