|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
all, these niggers were men fighting for their country; we would fight
against the French if they came and took England from us; and the niggers
were brave men, 'please sir'--(every five minutes he'd pull his forelock,
and say, 'please sir!')--'and if we have to fight against them we ought to
remember they're fighting for freedom; we shouldn't shoot wounded prisoners
when they were black if we wouldn't shoot them if they were white!' And
then he broke out pure unmitigated Exeter Hall! You never heard anything
like it! All men were brothers, and God loved a black man as well as a
white; Mashonas and Matabele were poor ignorant folk, and we had to take
care of them. And then he started out, that we ought to let this man go;
we ought to give him food for the road, and tell him to go back to his
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith:
claps not only himself, but his old-fashioned wife, on my back. They
talk of coming to sup with us too; and then, I suppose, we are to run
the gantlet through all the rest of the family.--What have we got here?
HASTINGS. My dear Charles! Let me congratulate you!--The most
fortunate accident!--Who do you think is just alighted?
MARLOW. Cannot guess.
HASTINGS. Our mistresses, boy, Miss Hardcastle and Miss Neville.
Give me leave to introduce Miss Constance Neville to your
acquaintance. Happening to dine in the neighbourhood, they called on
their return to take fresh horses here. Miss Hardcastle has just stept
into the next room, and will be back in an instant. Wasn't it lucky?
She Stoops to Conquer
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Marriage Contract by Honore de Balzac:
the difficulties were being removed: that joy, and the previous
forgetfulness of the diamonds, which were now brought forward like
fresh troops, confirmed his suspicions.
"The scene has been prepared between them as gamblers prepare the
cards to ruin a pigeon," thought the old notary. "Is this poor boy,
whom I saw born, doomed to be plucked alive by that woman, roasted by
his very love, and devoured by his wife? I, who have nursed these fine
estates for years with such care, am I to see them ruined in a single
night? Three million and a half to be hypothecated for eleven hundred
thousand francs these women will force him to squander!"
Discovering thus in the soul of the elder woman intentions which,