| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: greatness of a pictured Madonna the more when it has been for a
moment screened from us by a vulgar head in a bonnet. But this
presence of Dinah in his mind only helped him to bear the better
with his mother's mood, which had been becoming more and more
querulous for the last hour. Poor Lisbeth was suffering from a
strange conflict of feelings. Her joy and pride in the honour
paid to her darling son Adam was beginning to be worsted in the
conflict with the jealousy and fretfulness which had revived when
Adam came to tell her that Captain Donnithorne desired him to join
the dancers in the hall. Adam was getting more and more out of
her reach; she wished all the old troubles back again, for then it
Adam Bede |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: on others, and now you are going back just where you were,
and--you are leaving me here alone!"
"You are alone, anyhow," said Peter, "making your own way and
getting along. And McLean will be here."
"Are you turning me over to him?"
No reply. Peter was pacing the floor.
"Peter!"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do you remember the night in Anna's room at the Schwartz when
you proposed to me?"
No reply. Peter found another pin.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: me now. Ah, Senora, it is very strange to you. You were so
frightened that night, you knew not what happened. Senor Stewart
threatened me. He forced you. He made me speak the service. He
made you speak the Spanish yes. And I, Senora, knowing the deeds
of these sinful cowboys, fearing worse than disgrace to one so
beautiful and so good as you, I could not do less than marry you
truly. At least you should be his wife. So I married you,
truly, in the service of my church."
"My God!" cried Madeline, rising.
"Hear me! I implore you, Senora, hear me out! Do not leave me!
Do not look so--so-- Ah, Senora, let me speak a word for Senor
The Light of Western Stars |
