| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: my sickness fooling me some more--I'd want to die. I would die!
Now we'll see. If COPPERFIELD is on the floor" (he looked
stealthily to be sure that it was)," then she was readin' to me
when everything happened, and then there should be a hole in the
book row, top, left. Top, left," he repeated, and warily brought
his glance to the place. "Proved!" he cried. "It's all so!"
He now noticed the miniature of Grandmother Stark. "You are awful
like her," he whispered. "You're cert'nly awful like her. May I
kiss you too, ma'am?"
Then, tottering, he rose from his sick-chair. The Navajo blanket
fell from his shoulders, and gradually, experimentally, he stood
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
Ay, night by night, in studying good for England!
That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
Be brought against me at my trial-day!
No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
Because I would not tax the needy commons,
Have I dispursed to the garrisons,
And never ask'd for restitution.
CARDINAL.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: honest man does; a hypocrite does not shed the tears of a man of
good faith. All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the
mask may be, with a little attention we may always succeed in
distinguishing it from the true face.
It appeared, then, to D'Artagnan that M. Bonacieux wore a mask,
and likewise that that mask was most disagreeable to look upon.
In consequence of this feeling of repugnance, he was about to
pass without speaking to him, but, as he had done the day before,
M. Bonacieux accosted him.
"Well, young man," said he, "we appear to pass rather gay nights!
Seven o'clock in the morning! PESTE! You seem to reverse
The Three Musketeers |
