| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare: From our kinde aire, to them unkinde, and minister
What man to man may doe--for our sake more,
Since I have knowne frights, fury, friends beheastes,
Loves provocations, zeale, a mistris Taske,
Desire of liberty, a feavour, madnes,
Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too
Without some imposition: sicknes in will
Or wrastling strength in reason. For our Love
And great Appollos mercy, all our best
Their best skill tender. Leade into the Citty,
Where having bound things scatterd, we will post [Florish.]
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: My cousin wept also.
"Oh, Justine!" said she. "Why did you rob me of my last consolation?
I relied on your innocence, and although I was then very wretched,
I was not so miserable as I am now."
"And do you also believe that I am so very, very wicked? Do you
also join with my enemies to crush me, to condemn me as a murderer?"
Her voice was suffocated with sobs.
"Rise, my poor girl," said Elizabeth; "why do you kneel, if you
are innocent? I am not one of your enemies, I believed you guiltless,
notwithstanding every evidence, until I heard that you had yourself
declared your guilt. That report, you say, is false; and be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: With the wind and rain at their backs the little party
rode rapidly along the muddy road, until late in the
afternoon they came upon a white palfrey standing
huddled beneath a great oak, his arched back toward
the driving storm.
"By God," cried De Montfort, "tis my sister's own
Abdul. There be something wrong here indeed." But
a rapid search of the vicinity, and loud calls brought
no further evidence of the girl's whereabouts, so they
pressed on toward Stutevill.
Some two miles beyond the spot where the white
The Outlaw of Torn |
