| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: "Why did you bring Prudence?" I asked her.
"Because she was at the theatre with me, and because when I leave
here I want to have some one to see me home."
"Could not I do?"
"Yes, but, besides not wishing to put you out, I was sure that if
you came as far as my door you would want to come up, and as I
could not let you, I did not wish to let you go away blaming me
for saying 'No.'"
"And why could you not let me come up?"
"Because I am watched, and the least suspicion might do me the
greatest harm."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: shall not live so long. I love you so much that it makes me very
unhappy to think of it. Dear children, if only you do not curse me
some day!----"
"But why should I curse you some day, mother?"
"Some day," she said, kissing him on the forehead, "you will find out
that I have wronged you. I am going to leave you, here, without money,
without"--and she hesitated--"without a father," she added, and at the
word she burst into tears and put the boy from her gently. A sort of
intuition told Louis that his mother wished to be alone, and he
carried off Marie, now half awake. An hour later, when his brother was
in bed, he stole down and out to the summer-house where his mother was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: nor in the house--nor in the garden; it did not come out of the air-
-nor from under the earth--nor from overhead. I had heard it--
where, or whence, for ever impossible to know! And it was the voice
of a human being--a known, loved, well-remembered voice--that of
Edward Fairfax Rochester; and it spoke in pain and woe, wildly,
eerily, urgently.
"I am coming!" I cried. "Wait for me! Oh, I will come!" I flew to
the door and looked into the passage: it was dark. I ran out into
the garden: it was void.
"Where are you?" I exclaimed.
The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back--"Where are
Jane Eyre |
