| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: don't know what it is to be constable; I beg of you don't oblige
me to be rude to you.' 'I think I need not; you are rude enough
already,' says the mercer. 'No, sir,' says the constable, 'I am
not rude; you have broken the peace in bringing an honest
woman out of the street, when she was about her lawful
occasion, confining her in your shop, and ill-using her here
by your servants; and now can you say I am rude to you? I
think I am civil to you in not commanding or charging you in
the king's name to go with me, and charging every man I see
that passes your door to aid and assist me in carrying you by
force; this you cannot but know I have power to do, and yet I
Moll Flanders |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: The flattering index of a direful pageant,
One heav'd a-high to be hurl'd down below,
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes,
A dream of what thou wast, a garish flag
To be the aim of every dangerous shot,
A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble,
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
Where be thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy?
Who sues, and kneels, and says 'God save the Queen'?
Where be the bending peers that flattered thee?
Richard III |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: ye to pit naething in't that may be prejudicial to my salvation;
for I'll hae the minister to read it ower, and it wad only be
exposing yoursell to nae purpose. And now I'm ganging awa', for
ye'll be wearied o' my cracks, and I am wearied wi' cracking
without an answer--and I'se bring ye a bit o' bride's-cake ane o'
thae days, and maybe bring Grace to see you. Ye wad like to see
Grace, man, for as dour as ye are--Eh, Lord I I wish he may be
weel, that was a sair grane! or, maybe, he thought I was
speaking of heavenly grace, and no of Grace Armstrong. Poor man,
I am very doubtfu' o' his condition; but I am sure he is as kind
to me as if I were his son, and a queer-looking father I wad hae
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