| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: something," in her best resolute manner. She turned to the "odious
person" with the same determination. "Perhaps you will sit down and
have a cup of coffee, too."
The worthy "employer of labour" sat down. He might have been awed
by Mrs. Fyne's peremptory manner--for she did not think of
conciliating him then. He sat down, provisionally, like a man who
finds himself much against his will in doubtful company. He
accepted ungraciously the cup handed to him by Mrs. Fyne, took an
unwilling sip or two and put it down as if there were some moral
contamination in the coffee of these "swells." Between whiles he
directed mysteriously inexpressive glances at little Fyne, who, I
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: "I thank you, sir," she said, dropping a curtsey. "The poor young
lady! She was anxious to see you, sir. To hear her say that you
were the only one that cared for her! And so fretful with her
mother, too. 'Let him be told that I am dangerously ill,' says
she, 'and he'll come.' She didn't know how true her word was,
poor thing; and she went off without being aware of it."
"Flattering herself and flattering me. Happy girl!"
"Bless you, I know what her feelings were, sir; I have had
experience." Here she approached him confidentially, and
whispered: "The family were again' you, sir, and she knew it. But
she wouldn't listen to them. She thought of nothing, when she was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Portrait of a Lady
Thou hast committed--
Fornication: but that was in another country,
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