| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: and flippancy, and to work your way into an honorable profession
and live on it and not upon me.
FRANK. No: thats what you thought of afterwards. What you
actually said was that since I had neither brains nor money, I'd
better turn my good looks to account by marrying someone with
both. Well, look here. Miss Warren has brains: you cant deny
that.
REV. S. Brains are not everything.
FRANK. No, of course not: theres the money--
REV. S. [interrupting him austerely] I was not thinking of money,
sir. I was speaking of higher things. Social position, for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: you the constant witness of such miseries--therefore it is
necessary that my daughter should continue to bear that man's
name all her life!"
The doctor answered, gently, "Sir, I understand and respect your
grief. But believe me, you are not in a state of mind to decide
about these matters now."
"You are mistaken," declared the other, controlling himself with
an effort. "I have been thinking about nothing else for days. I
have discussed it with my daughter, and she agrees with me.
Surely, sir, you cannot desire that my daughter should continue
to live with a man who has struck her so brutal, so cowardly, a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: captain of a ship is more likely to forget his pants than these
bills which guarantee his character. I've known men drown to
save them: bad men, too; but this is the shipmaster's honour.
And here this Captain Trent--not hurried, not threatened with
anything but a free passage in a British man-of-war--has left
them all behind! I don't want to express myself too strongly,
because the facts appear against me, but the thing is
impossible."
Dinner came to us not long after, and we ate it on deck, in a
grim silence, each privately racking his brain for some solution
of the mysteries. I was indeed so swallowed up in these
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