| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: to a better understanding. Do not go against his principles,
pretend to make some concessions to what he wants; seem not to
care so very much about me, and he will let things remain as they
are. Hope, my friend, and be sure of one thing, that whatever
happens, Marguerite will always be yours."
"You swear it?"
"Do I need to swear it?"
How sweet it is to let oneself be persuaded by the voice that one
loves! Marguerite and I spent the whole day in talking over our
projects for the future, as if we felt the need of realizing them
as quickly as possible. At every moment we awaited some event,
Camille |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: outside, she had been steeped in arctic frigidity
by comparison with the tropical sensations here.
She had entered the dance from the troubled hours of her
late life as one might enter a brilliant chamber after
a night walk in a wood. Wildeve by himself would have
been merely an agitation; Wildeve added to the dance,
and the moonlight, and the secrecy, began to be a delight.
Whether his personality supplied the greater part of this
sweetly compounded feeling, or whether the dance and the
scene weighed the more therein, was a nice point upon
which Eustacia herself was entirely in a cloud.
Return of the Native |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: account for such a long absence? Certainly not.
It was intensely dark all round. The lamps held by the men gave light
only just where they were standing. Suddenly Jack Ryan uttered a cry.
"Look there, there!"
His finger was pointing to a tolerably bright light, which was
moving about in the distance. "After that light, my men!"
exclaimed Sir William.
"It's a goblin light!" said Ryan. "So what's the use?
We shall never catch it."
The president and his men, little given to superstition,
darted off in the direction of the moving light. Jack Ryan,
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