| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: cannot imagine. An amazing disappearance. Clean out of space and
time like a soul lost for ever.
"When I went to see her in the morning, she was made up for a scene,
she acted an intricate part, never for a moment was she there in
reality. . . .
"I have got a remarkable persuasion that she lost herself in this
way, by cheapening love, by making base love to a lover she
despised. . . . There can be no inequality in love. Give and take
must balance. One must be one's natural self or the whole business
is an indecent trick, a vile use of life! To use inferiors in love
one must needs talk down to them, interpret oneself in their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Falk by Joseph Conrad: picion, and the low undertone of his voice made his
protestations sound very pathetic. For a moment
he shamed me, but, my diplomacy notwithstanding,
I seemed to develop a conscience, as if in very
truth it were in my power to decide the success of
this matrimonial enterprise. By pretending hard
enough we come to believe anything--anything to
our advantage. And I had been pretending very
hard, because I meant yet to be towed safely down
the river. But through conscience or stupidity, I
couldn't help alluding to the Vanlo affair. "You
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: they sat at table she asked him:
'Why did you marry her? She was commoner than yourself. Mrs Bolton told
me about her. She could never understand why you married her.'
He looked at her fixedly.
'I'll tell you,' he said. 'The first girl I had, I began with when I
was sixteen. She was a school-master's daughter over at Ollerton,
pretty, beautiful really. I was supposed to be a clever sort of young
fellow from Sheffield Grammar School, with a bit of French and German,
very much up aloft. She was the romantic sort that hated commonness.
She egged me on to poetry and reading: in a way, she made a man of me.
I read and I thought like a house on fire, for her. And I was a clerk
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
