| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer Abroad by Mark Twain: of them had to whoop up their dangerous adventures,
and try to get ahead THAT way. That bullet-wound in
Tom's leg was a tough thing for Nat Parsons to buck
against, but he bucked the best he could; and at a
disadvantage, too, for Tom didn't set still as he'd orter
done, to be fair, but always got up and sauntered
around and worked his limp while Nat was painting up
the adventure that HE had in Washington; for Tom
never let go that limp when his leg got well, but prac-
ticed it nights at home, and kept it good as new right
along.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: me, and she feared to wound my self-respect in speaking to me
about it. She would rather not see me till the whole thing was
done, and that was evidently why Prudence was expecting her when
she let out the secret. Marguerite could not finish the whole
business to-day, and was staying the night with Prudence, or
perhaps she would come even now, for she must know bow anxious I
should be, and would not wish to leave me in that condition. But,
if so, why those tears? No doubt, despite her love for me, the
poor girl could not make up her mind to give up all the luxury in
which she had lived until now, and for which she had been so
envied, without crying over it. I was quite ready to forgive her
Camille |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: "Stop! No boasting--no heroics; I won't hear them. What is she?
To what caste does she belong?"
I smiled. Hunsden unconsciously laid stress on the word caste,
and, in fact, republican, lordhater as he was, Hunsden was as
proud of his old ---shire blood, of his descent and family
standing, respectable and respected through long generations
back, as any peer in the realm of his Norman race and
Conquest-dated title. Hunsden would as little have thought of
taking a wife from a caste inferior to his own, as a Stanley
would think of mating with a Cobden. I enjoyed the surprise I
should give; I enjoyed the triumph of my practice over his
The Professor |
