| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: of contempt. "Now, as for friends,--those you shall have."
She raised her head proudly, and her eyes shone with dazzling
brilliancy.
"The head which falls to-morrow before a dozen muskets will save
yours," she went on. "Wait till the storm is over; you can then escape
and take service in foreign countries if you are not forgotten here;
or in the French army, if you are."
In the comfort that women give there is always a delicacy which has
something maternal, foreseeing, and complete about it. But when the
words of hope and peace are said with grace of gesture and that
eloquence of tone which comes from the heart, and when, above all, the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: at once of having relinquished a great burden. He crawled into bed
and was almost instantly asleep.
So sometime after midnight found David sleeping, and Lucy on her
knees. It found Elizabeth dreamlessly unconscious in her white bed,
and Dick Livingstone asleep also, but in his clothing, and in a
chair by the window. In the light from a street lamp his face
showed lines of fatigue and nervous stress, lines only revealed
when during sleep a man casts off the mask with which he protects
his soul against even friendly eyes.
But midnight found others awake. It found Nina, for instance, in
her draped French bed, consulting her jeweled watch and listening
The Breaking Point |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: necessary for some people; and I'd have tried it on you until you
first learnt to howl and then to behave yourself.
BENTLEY. _[contemptuously]_ Yes: behavior wouldnt come naturally to
your son, would it?
JOHNNY. _[stung into sudden violence]_ Now you keep a civil tongue
in your head. I'll stand none of your snobbery. I'm just as proud of
Tarleton's Underwear as you are of your father's title and his K.C.B.,
and all the rest of it. My father began in a little hole of a shop in
Leeds no bigger than our pantry down the passage there. He--
BENTLEY. Oh yes: I know. Ive read it. "The Romance of Business, or
The Story of Tarleton's Underwear. Please Take One!" I took one the
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