| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: afford any other. I mean that.
FRANK [raising his eyebrows like one on whom a new light has
dawned, and rising with quite an effusion of chivalrous
sentiment] My dear Viv: why didnt you say so before? I am ever
so sorry for persecuting you. I understand, of course.
VIVIE [puzzled] Understand what?
FRANK. Oh, I'm not a fool in the ordinary sense: only in the
Scriptural sense of doing all the things the wise man declared to
be folly, after trying them himself on the most extensive scale.
I see I am no longer Vivvums's little boy. Dont be alarmed: I
shall never call you Vivvums again--at least unless you get tired
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: entered his very soul. 'Why?' he cried in the pen-
etrating and indignant voice of a man calling to a
responsible Maker. A gust of wind and a swish of
rain answered.
"And as I turned away to shut the door he pro-
nounced the word 'Merciful!' and expired.
"Eventually I certified heart-failure as the im-
mediate cause of death. His heart must have in-
deed failed him, or else he might have stood this
night of storm and exposure, too. I closed his eyes
and drove away. Not very far from the cottage I
Amy Foster |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: quivering voice, leaped into an agony of sensitive life.
"Here," he added, and showed her where little Fay lay on the
grass.
Unable to speak, unable to stand, Jane dropped on her knees. By
that long, beautiful golden hair Jane recognized the beloved Fay.
But Fay's loveliness was gone. Her face was drawn and looked old
with grief. But she was not dead--her heart beat--and Jane
Withersteen gathered strength and lived again.
"You see I jest had to go after Fay," Lassiter was saying, as he
knelt to bathe her little pale face. "But I reckon I don't want
no more choices like the one I had to make. There was a crippled
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