| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: Don't you know that it is the worst thing in the world, next to wickedness?
-- and which does the most mischief heaven only knows. If people can say,
`Oh! I did not know, I did not mean any harm,' they think it is all right.
I suppose Martha Mulwash did not mean to kill that baby
when she dosed it with Dalby and soothing syrups; but she did kill it,
and was tried for manslaughter."
"And serve her right, too," said Tom. "A woman should not undertake to nurse
a tender little child without knowing what is good and what is bad for it."
"Bill Starkey," continued John, "did not mean to frighten his brother
into fits when he dressed up like a ghost and ran after him in the moonlight;
but he did; and that bright, handsome little fellow, that might have been
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: something further.
"Truly," she continued, "we poor creatures of chance have
fantastic desires and inconceivable loves. We give ourselves now
for one thing, now for another. There are men who ruin themselves
without obtaining the least thing from us; there are others who
obtain us for a bouquet of flowers. Our hearts have their
caprices; it is their one distraction and their one excuse. I
gave myself to you sooner than I ever did to any man, I swear to
you; and do you know why? Because when you saw me spitting blood
you took my hand; because you wept; because you are the only
human being who has ever pitied me. I am going to say a mad thing
Camille |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: si vous dansez pour moi. Oh! Salome, Salome, dansez pour moi.
SALOME. Vous avez jure, tetrarque.
HERODE. J'ai jure, Salome.
SALOME. Tout ce que je vous demanderai, fut-ce la moitie de votre
royaume?
HERODIAS. Ne dansez pas, ma fille.
HERODE. Fut-ce la moitie de mon royaume. Comme reine, tu serais
tres belle, Salome, s'il te plaisait de demander la moitie de mon
royaume. N'est-ce pas qu'elle serait tres belle comme reine? . . .
Ah! il fait froid ici! il y a un vent tres froid, et j'entends . . .
pourquoi est-ce que j'entends dans l'air ce battement d'ailes? Oh!
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