| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: most fickle and perfidious of created beings! But her
image--those exquisite features, which were engraven on my
heart's core, were still uneffaced. I understood my own
feelings: `I may die,' said I, `and I ought to die after so much
shame and grief; but I might suffer a thousand deaths without
being able to forget the ingrate Manon.'
"My father was surprised at my still continuing so powerfully
affected. He knew that I was imbued with the principles of
honour; and not doubting that her infidelity must make me despise
her, fancied that my obstinacy proceeded less from this
particular passion, than from a general inclination towards the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: the work goes well, which is the great affair. I meant to have
written a most delightful letter; too tired, however, and must
stop. Perhaps I'll find time to add to it ere post.
I have returned refreshed from eating, but have little time, as
Lloyd will go soon with the letters on his way to his tutor, Louis
Robert (!!!!), with whom he learns Latin in French, and French, I
suppose, in Latin, which seems to me a capital education. He,
Lloyd, is a great bicycler already, and has been long distances; he
is most new-fangled over his instrument, and does not willingly
converse on other subjects.
Our lovely garden is a prey to snails; I have gathered about a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: Kurtz was dead, and the station had been burnt--and so on--and so on.
The red-haired pilgrim was beside himself with the thought
that at least this poor Kurtz had been properly avenged.
`Say! We must have made a glorious slaughter of them in
the bush. Eh? What do you think? Say?' He positively danced,
the bloodthirsty little gingery beggar. And he had nearly
fainted when he saw the wounded man! I could not help saying,
`You made a glorious lot of smoke, anyhow.' I had seen,
from the way the tops of the bushes rustled and flew,
that almost all the shots had gone too high. You can't hit
anything unless you take aim and fire from the shoulder;
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