| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: uneasiness, by handing me a letter which he had received for me
at the door; it was from M. de T----.
"He told me that, as G---- M---- had gone to his father's house
for the money which he wanted, he had taken advantage of his
absence to communicate to me an amusing idea that had just come
into his head; that it appeared to him, I could not possibly take
a more agreeable revenge upon my rival, than by eating his
supper, and spending the night in the very bed which he had hoped
to share with my mistress; all this seemed to him easy enough, if
I could only find two or three men upon whom I could depend, of
courage sufficient to stop him in the street, and detain him in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: daughter. Now I was always afraid that your mother would strain
her authority to make you very conventional. It's such a relief
to find that she hasnt.
VIVIE. Oh! have I been behaving unconventionally?
PRAED. Oh no: oh dear no. At least, not conventionally
unconventionally, you understand. [She nods and sits down. He
goes on, with a cordial outburst] But it was so charming of you
to say that you were disposed to be friends with me! You modern
young ladies are splendid: perfectly splendid!
VIVIE [dubiously] Eh? [watching him with dawning disappointment
as to the quality of his brains and character].
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: reminiscence.
I rose and lifted a corner of the blind. Over the black belt
of the garden I saw the long line of Queen Street, with here
and there a lighted window. How often before had my nurse
lifted me out of bed and pointed them out to me, while we
wondered together if, there also, there were children that
could not sleep, and if these lighted oblongs were signs of
those that waited like us for the morning.
I went out into the lobby, and looked down into the great
deep well of the staircase. For what cause I know not, just
as it used to be in the old days that the feverish child
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