| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law
To our most valiant Brother. So much for him.
Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.
Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting
Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ
To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinbras,
Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares
Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse
His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,
The Lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch
Hamlet |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe: by conclusions deduced from his peculiar physical conformation
and temperament. His action was alternately vivacious and
sullen. His voice varied rapidly from a tremulous indecision
(when the animal spirits seemed utterly in abeyance) to
that species of energetic concision--that abrupt, weighty,
unhurried, and hollow-sounding enunciation--that leaden, self-
balanced and perfectly modulated guttural utterance, which may be
observed in the lost drunkard, or the irreclaimable eater of
opium, during the periods of his most intense excitement.
It was thus that he spoke of the object of my visit, of his
earnest desire to see me, and of the solace he expected me to
The Fall of the House of Usher |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: allowance was amply sufficient for the old man; it scarce appears
how Miss Hazeltine contrived to dress upon it; but she did, and,
what is more, she never complained. She was, indeed, sincerely
attached to her incompetent guardian. He had never been unkind;
his age spoke for him loudly; there was something appealing in
his whole-souled quest of knowledge and innocent delight in the
smallest mark of admiration; and, though the lawyer had warned
her she was being sacrificed, Julia had refused to add to the
perplexities of Uncle Joseph.
In a large, dreary house in John Street, Bloomsbury, these four
dwelt together; a family in appearance, in reality a financial
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