| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: PREMIER SOLDAT. Princesse, nos vies vous appartiennent, mais nous
ne pouvons pas faire ce que vous nous demandez . . . Enfin, ce n'est
pas e nous qu'il faut vous adresser.
SALOME [regardant le jeune Syrien] Ah!
LE PAGE D'HERODIAS. Oh! qu'est-ce qu'il va arriver? Je suis sur
qu'il va arriver un malheur.
SALOME [s'approchant du jeune Syrien] Vous ferez cela pour moi,
n'est-ce pas, Narraboth? Vous ferez cela pour moi? J'ai toujours
ete douce pour vous. N'est-ce pas que vous ferez cela pour moi? Je
veux seulement le regarder, cet etrange prophete. On a tant parle
de lui. J'ai si souvent entendu le tetrarque parler de lui. Je
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: hall-door, "I never knew the old woman was crazy! And she looks
so quiet and ladylike, too."
Mrs. Manstey slept well that night, but early the next morning
she was awakened by a sound of hammering. She got to her window
with what haste she might and, looking out saw that Mrs. Black's
yard was full of workmen. Some were carrying loads of brick from
the kitchen to the yard, others beginning to demolish the old-
fashioned wooden balcony which adorned each story of Mrs. Black's
house. Mrs. Manstey saw that she had been deceived. At first
she thought of confiding her trouble to Mrs. Sampson, but a
settled discouragement soon took possession of her and she went
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you?
Cas. No
Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus;
I haue beene to seeke you
Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: - Oh for a Chaire
To beare him easily hence
Bian. Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trash
To be a party in this Iniurie.
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no?
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