| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: deal to Evolution, doesn't one?
WHAT could we have done without it?
It's as somebody said about something else one
times -- if we hadn't had it, you know, it would have
been necessary to invent it, though for the life of
me, I can't remember who it was or what he said
about it. Although likely it was Madame de Stael.
We took her up once and it developed that she had
said a most surprising number of things like that
things, you know, that would be quite quotable if
you could only remember them.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: Scallawag to protect his women folks?"
"It isn't to be borne!" Tony had cried and he was right. It
couldn't be borne. But what could they do except bear it, helpless
as they were? She fell to trembling and, for the first time in her
life, she saw people and events as something apart from herself,
saw clearly that Scarlett O'Hara, frightened and helpless, was not
all that mattered. There were thousands of women like her, all
over the South, who were frightened and helpless. And thousands of
men, who had laid down their arms at Appomattox, had taken them up
again and stood ready to risk their necks on a minute's notice to
protect those women.
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac: sleeping I heard a groan from Henriette's room. My anxiety was so keen
that I went to her. She was kneeling before the crucifix bathed in
tears. "My God!" she cried; "if this be the cost of a murmur, I will
never complain again."
"You have left him!" she said on seeing me.
"I heard you moaning, and I was frightened."
"Oh, I!" she said; "I am well."
Wishing to be certain that Monsieur de Mortsauf was asleep she came
down with me; by the light of the lamp we looked at him. The count was
weakened by the loss of blood and was more drowsy than asleep; his
hands picked the counterpane and tried to draw it over him.
The Lily of the Valley |
