| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: with a scrape.
'Better not, I think,' said Mr. Kentish. 'My compliments to
Mr. Harland; and if she seem a lively boat, give her the
stars and stripes; but if she be dull, and we can easily
outsail her, show John Dutchman. That is always another word
for incivility at sea; so we can disregard a hail or a flag
of distress, without attracting notice.'
As soon as the sailor had gone on deck, I turned to the
officer in wonder. 'Mr. Kentish, if that be your name,'
said I, 'are you ashamed of your own colours?'
'Your ladyship refers to the JOLLY ROGER?' he inquired, with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: Jimmie wiped his blood-wet features with his sleeve.
"Well, it was dis way, Pete, see! I was goin' teh lick dat
Riley kid and dey all pitched on me."
Some Rum Alley children now came forward. The party stood for
a moment exchanging vainglorious remarks with Devil's Row. A few
stones were thrown at long distances, and words of challenge passed
between small warriors. Then the Rum Alley contingent turned
slowly in the direction of their home street. They began to give,
each to each, distorted versions of the fight. Causes of retreat
in particular cases were magnified. Blows dealt in the fight were
enlarged to catapultian power, and stones thrown were alleged to
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: THE LADY. _[echoing him]_ Mary! Mary! Who would have thought that
woman to have had so much blood in her! Is it my fault that my
counsellors put deeds of blood on me? Fie! If you were women you
would have more wit than to stain the floor so foully. Hold not up
her head so: the hair is false. I tell you yet again, Mary's buried:
she cannot come out of her grave. I fear her not: these cats that
dare jump into thrones though they be fit only for men's laps must be
put away. Whats done cannot be undone. Out, I say. Fie! a queen,
and freckled!
THE MAN. _[shaking her arm]_ Mary, I say: art asleep?
_The Lady wakes; starts; and nearly faints. He catches her on his
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