| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde: repented of my sin. How could I repent of my sin when you, my
love, were its fruit! Even now that you are bitter to me I cannot
repent. I do not. You are more to me than innocence. I would
rather be your mother - oh! much rather! - than have been always
pure . . . Oh, don't you see? don't you understand? It is my
dishonour that has made you so dear to me. It is my disgrace that
has bound you so closely to me. It is the price I paid for you -
the price of soul and body - that makes me love you as I do. Oh,
don't ask me to do this horrible thing. Child of my shame, be
still the child of my shame!
GERALD. Mother, I didn't know you loved me so much as that. And I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: powder upon the blaze. Instantly there leaped up a great flame of
white light and a cloud of smoke, which rose high in the air, and
there spread out until it hid everything from sight. Then the old
man began to mutter spells, and in answer the earth shook and
quaked, and a rumbling as of thunder filled the air. At last he
gave a loud cry, and instantly the earth split open, and there
the young spendthrift saw a trap-door of iron, in which was an
iron ring to lift it by.
"Look!" said the old man. "Yonder is the task for which I have
brought you; lift for me that trap-door of iron, for it is too
heavy for me to raise, and I will pay you well."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: For never yet one hour in his bed
Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.
ANNE. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours.
DORSET. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory!
ANNE. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it!
DUCHESS. [To DORSET] Go thou to Richmond, and good
fortune guide thee!
Richard III |
