| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: the obscurity of the apartment. Antipas crossed over to the couch and
threw himself upon it in a half-reclining attitude, while Phanuel
remained standing before him. Suddenly he raised one hand, and
striking a commanding attitude said:
"At times, my lord, the Most High sends a message to the people
through one of His sons. Iaokanann is one of these. If thou oppress
him, thou shalt be punished!"
"But it is he that persecutes me!" exclaimed Antipas. "He asked me to
do a thing that was impossible. Since then he has done nothing but
revile me. And I was not severe with him when he began his abuse of
me. But he had the hardihood to send various men from Machaerus to
Herodias |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: light I am sure you will find an old lamp here in the
crypt, and then will it be less fearsome. As a child I
visited this castle often, and in search of adventure
we passed through these corridors an hundred times,
but always by day and with lights."
Norman of Torn did as she bid, and finding the
lamp, lighted it. The chamber was quite empty save
for the coffins in their niches, and some effigies in
marble set at intervals about the walls.
"Not such a fearsome place after all," he said, laugh-
ing lightly.
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: sentimental, by God! Ugh! ugh! Now do you feel the creeps?
[The clergyman opens the gate: and Mrs Warren and Vivie pass him
and stand in the middle of the garden looking at the house.
Frank, in an ecstasy of dissimulation, turns gaily to Mrs Warren,
exclaiming] Ever so delighted to see you, Mrs Warren. This quiet
old rectory garden becomes you perfectly.
MRS WARREN. Well, I never! Did you hear that, George? He says
I look well in a quiet old rectory garden.
REV. S. [still holding the gate for Crofts, who loafs through it,
heavily bored] You look well everywhere, Mrs Warren.
FRANK. Bravo, gov'nor! Now look here: lets have a treat before
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