| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: "Good Heavens, Ma, do let's get on!" she cried impatiently. "This
sun is broiling me and I can just hear freckles popping out on my
neck."
"Just a minute, Ma'm, before you go," said Gerald. "But what have
you decided to do about selling us the horses for the Troop? War
may break any day now and the boys want the matter settled. It's
a Clayton County troop and it's Clayton County horses we want for
them. But you, obstinate creature that you are, are still
refusing to sell us your fine beasts."
"Maybe there won't be any war," Mrs. Tarleton temporized, her mind
diverted completely from the Wilkeses' odd marriage habits.
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: And it was so true she wasn't in the least proud of it. It was just as if
you were to say she lived in the basement-back at Number 27. A hard
life!...
At sixteen she'd left Stratford and come up to London as kitching-maid.
Yes, she was born in Stratford-on-Avon. Shakespeare, sir? No, people were
always arsking her about him. But she'd never heard his name until she saw
it on the theatres.
Nothing remained of Stratford except that "sitting in the fire-place of a
evening you could see the stars through the chimley," and "Mother always
'ad 'er side of bacon, 'anging from the ceiling." And there was something-
-a bush, there was--at the front door, that smelt ever so nice. But the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: But, instead of obeying, the shadow made a motion of
surprise, and, retreating instead of advancing, it bent down
and disappeared along the jetty on the left, directing its
course towards the lodging of the fishermen.
"It appears not to be Digby," said Monk.
Both had followed the shadow which had vanished. But it was
not so rare a thing for a man to be wandering about at
eleven o'clock at night, in a camp in which are reposing ten
or eleven thousand men, as to give Monk and Athos any alarm
at his disappearance.
"As it is so," said Monk, "and we must have a light, a
Ten Years Later |
