| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: is a point at which it becomes barbarous. Dont. Please dont.
HYPATIA. Shall I tell Papa about you?
LORD SUMMERHAYS. Tarleton: I had better tell you that I once asked
your daughter to become my widow.
TARLETON. _[to Hypatia]_ Why didnt you accept him, you young idiot?
LORD SUMMERHAYS. I was too old.
TARLETON. All this has been going on under my nose, I suppose. You
run after young men; and old men run after you. And I'm the last
person in the world to hear of it.
HYPATIA. How could I tell you?
LORD SUMMERHAYS. Parents and children, Tarleton.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: they couldn't be, in so huddled a hole, particularly quick; but she
found her account in the slowness--she certainly could bear it if
HE could. The great pang was that just thereabouts post-offices
were so awfully thick. She was always seeing him in imagination in
other places and with other girls. But she would defy any other
girl to follow him as she followed. And though they weren't, for
so many reasons, quick at Cocker's, she could hurry for him when,
through an intimation light as air, she gathered that he was
pressed.
When hurry was, better still, impossible, it was because of the
pleasantest thing of all, the particular element of their contact--
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: betrayed the man. His degenerate brother's features were revolting; but his
own were striking, and fell short of being handsome only because of their
craggy hardness. Years of revolt, of bitterness, of consciousness of wasted
life, had graven their stern lines on that copper, masklike face. Yet despite
the cruelty there, the forbidding shade on it, as if a reflection from a dark
soul, it was not wholly a bad countenance. Traces still lingered, faintly, of
a man in whom kindlier feelings had once predominated.
In a moment of pique Girty had deserted his military post at Fort Pitt, and
become an outlaw of his own volition. Previous to that time he had been an
able soldier, and a good fellow. When he realized that his step was
irrevocable, that even his best friends condemned him, he plunged, with anger
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