| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: would be very angry if Adam was not there.
Adam nodded and went up to Seth, who was standing a few yards off.
"Seth, lad," he said, "the captain has sent to say I'm to dine
upstairs--he wishes it particular, Mr. Mills says, so I suppose it
'ud be behaving ill for me not to go. But I don't like sitting up
above thee and mother, as if I was better than my own flesh and
blood. Thee't not take it unkind, I hope?"
"Nay, nay, lad," said Seth, "thy honour's our honour; and if thee
get'st respect, thee'st won it by thy own deserts. The further I
see thee above me, the better, so long as thee feel'st like a
brother to me. It's because o' thy being appointed over the
Adam Bede |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: Francie! Save us, what a fricht ye gied me.'
'Ay, it's me,' said Francie. 'I've been thinking, Jennet; I
saw you and the curate a while back - '
'Brat!' cried Janet, and coloured up crimson; and the one
moment made as if she would have stricken him with a ragged
stick she had to chase her bestial with, and the next was
begging and praying that he would mention it to none. It was
'naebody's business, whatever,' she said; 'it would just
start a clash in the country'; and there would be nothing
left for her but to drown herself in Dule Water.
'Why?' says Francie.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: For a moment I was really afraid of falling in the street. A
cloud passed before my eyes and my blood beat in my temples. At
last I came to myself a little. I looked about me, and was
astonished to see the life of others continue without pausing at
my distress.
I was not strong enough to endure the blow alone. Then I
remembered that my father was in the same city, that I might be
with him in ten minutes, and that, whatever might be the cause of
my sorrow, he would share it.
I ran like a madman, like a thief, to the Hotel de Paris; I found
the key in the door of my father's room; I entered. He was
Camille |
