| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: him on Sundays, usually in the Regent's Park, and quite often, once
or twice a month he took her, in the Strand or thereabouts, to see
a piece that was having a run. The productions he always preferred
were the really good ones--Shakespeare, Thompson or some funny
American thing; which, as it also happened that she hated vulgar
plays, gave him ground for what was almost the fondest of his
approaches, the theory that their tastes were, blissfully, just the
same. He was for ever reminding her of that, rejoicing over it and
being affectionate and wise about it. There were times when she
wondered how in the world she could "put up with" him, how she
could put up with any man so smugly unconscious of the immensity of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde: in a small Provincial Bank in a third-rate English town. If you
imagine he is quite happy in such a position, you are mistaken. He
is thoroughly discontented.
MRS. ARBUTHNOT. He was not discontented till he met you. You have
made him so.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. Of course, I made him so. Discontent is the
first step in the progress of a man or a nation. But I did not
leave him with a mere longing for things he could not get. No, I
made him a charming offer. He jumped at it, I need hardly say.
Any young man would. And now, simply because it turns out that I
am the boy's own father and he my own son, you propose practically
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: fury, for he knew that the words amounted to a final refusal
of his suit.
'Thanks be to the Queen for her gracious words,' he said, restraining
himself with difficulty and looking anything but grateful, 'my
heart shall surely treasure them. And now I crave another boon,
namely, the royal leave to withdraw myself to my own poor cities
in the north till such time as the Queen shall say my suit nay
or yea. Mayhap,' he added, with a sneer, 'the Queen will be
pleased to visit me there, and to bring with her these stranger
lords,' and he scowled darkly towards us. 'It is but a poor
country and a rough, but we are a hardy race of mountaineers,
Allan Quatermain |
