| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: legs, looking gloomily at nothing. Then he got up and ambled into
his den, closing the door behind him without having spoken a
word. It was more than human nature could stand.
When I went into the den he was stretched on the davenport with
his face buried in the cushions. He looked absolutely wilted, and
every line of him was drooping.
"Go on out, Kit," he said, in a smothered voice. "Be a good girl
and don't follow me around."
"You are shameless!" I gasped. "Follow you! When you are hung
around my neck like a--like a--" Millstone was what I wanted to
say, but I couldn't think of it.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Forged Coupon by Leo Tolstoy: man who had cheated Ivan. He was sobered
now, and remembering the advice a workman had
given him, with whom he had many a drink the
day before, decided to go to a lawyer and tell him
of the wrong the owner of the photograph shop
had done him.
VIII
THE lawyer consented to take proceedings on be-
half of Ivan Mironov, not so much for the sake
of the fee, as because he believed the peasant, and
was revolted by the wrong done to him.
The Forged Coupon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: a quarter of an hour I went out too; I had no dress other than
before, except that I had a hood, a mask, a fan, and a pair of
gloves in my pocket; so that there was not the least suspicion
in the house. He waited for me in the coach in a back-lane,
which he knew I must pass by, and had directed the coachman
whither to go, which was to a certain place, called Mile End,
where lived a confidant of his, where we went in, and where
was all the convenience in the world to be as wicked as we
pleased.
When we were together he began to talk very gravely to me,
and to tell me he did not bring me there to betray me; that his
Moll Flanders |
