| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: third cousin - or a second husband - or some distant relative of
that kind. It would be an additional attraction, wouldn't it? You
have a delightful opportunity now of paying me a compliment,
Windermere. But you are not very clever at paying compliments. I
am afraid Margaret doesn't encourage you in that excellent habit.
It's a great mistake on her part. When men give up saying what is
charming, they give up thinking what is charming. But seriously,
what do you say to �2000? �2500, I think. In modern life margin
is everything. Windermere, don't you think the world an intensely
amusing place? I do!
[Exit on terrace with LORD WINDERMERE. Music strikes up in ball-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: HASTINGS. But no accident, I hope?
TONY. No, no. Only mother is confoundedly frightened. She thinks
herself forty miles off. She's sick of the journey; and the cattle can
scarce crawl. So if your own horses be ready, you may whip off with
cousin, and I'll be bound that no soul here can budge a foot to follow
you.
HASTINGS. My dear friend, how can I be grateful?
TONY. Ay, now it's dear friend, noble 'squire. Just now, it was all
idiot, cub, and run me through the guts. Damn YOUR way of fighting, I
say. After we take a knock in this part of the country, we kiss and be
friends. But if you had run me through the guts, then I should be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: as if he were going to be ill, his face is yellow--he seems all to
pieces----"
Madame Camusot waited for no more; she rushed out of her room and flew
to her husband's study. She found the lawyer sitting in an armchair,
pale and dazed, his legs stretched out, his head against the back of
it, his hands hanging limp, exactly as if he were sinking into
idiotcy.
"What is the matter, my dear?" said the young woman in alarm.
"Oh! my poor Amelie, the most dreadful thing has happened--I am still
trembling. Imagine, the public prosecutor--no, Madame de Serizy--that
is--I do not know where to begin."
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