| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: Osw. Let go, slave, or thou diest!
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An
chud
ha' bin zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' bin zo
long as
'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man. Keep
out,
che vore ye, or Ise try whether your costard or my ballow be
the
harder. Chill be plain with you.
Osw. Out, dunghill!
 King Lear |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: "Well, then, yes! /Never/," she repeated vehemently.
This final /Never/, spoken in the fear of falling once more under
Lousteau's influence, was interpreted by him as the death-warrant of
his power, since Dinah remained insensible to his sarcastic scorn.
The journalist could not suppress a tear. He was losing a sincere and
unbounded affection. He had found in Dinah the gentlest La Valliere,
the most delightful Pompadour that any egoist short of a king could
hope for; and, like a boy who has discovered that by dint of
tormenting a cockchafer he has killed it, Lousteau shed a tear.
Madame de la Baudraye rushed out of the private room where they had
been dining, paid the bill, and fled home to the Rue de l'Arcade,
 The Muse of the Department |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: feeling broke out into anger he might be tempted to take it
out of Martin. That at any rate he must not do. He had always
for some inexplicable cause treated Martin badly. Nagged her
and blamed her and threatened her. That must stop now. No
shadow of this affair must lie on Martin. . . . And Martin
must never have a suspicion of any of this. . . .
The image of Martin became very vivid in his mind. He thought
of her as he had seen her many times, with the tears close,
fighting with her back to the wall, with all her wit and
vigour gone, because she loved him more steadfastly than he
did her. Whatever happened he must not take it out of Martin.
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