|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
young Henry came flying up to him, half out of breath: "Master,
Master you must give Lucy your arm back to the castle, for I
cannot give her mine; for Norman is waiting for me, and I am to
go with him to make his ring-walk, and I would not stay away for
a gold Jacobus; and Lucy is afraid to walk home alone, though all
the wild nowt have been shot, and so you must come away
Betwixt two scales equally loaded, a feather's weight will turn
the scale. "It is impossible for me to leave the young lady in
the wood alone," said Ravenswood; "to see her once more can be
of little consequence, after the frequent meetings we have had.
The Bride of Lammermoor
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte:
their evening play; Kint and Vandam (the two ushers) of course
followed them. Poor fellows! if they had not looked so very
heavy, so very soulless, so very indifferent to all things in
heaven above or in the earth beneath, I could have pitied them
greatly for the obligation they were under to trail after those
rough lads everywhere and at all times; even as it was, I felt
disposed to scout myself as a privileged prig when I turned to
ascend to my chamber, sure to find there, if not enjoyment, at
least liberty; but this evening (as had often happened before) I
was to be still farther distinguished.
"Eh bien, mauvais sujet!" said the voice of M. Pelet behind me,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen:
as a means of getting you out of doors, and tempting you
to more frequent exercise than you would otherwise take.
And though the love of a hyacinth may be rather domestic,
who can tell, the sentiment once raised, but you may in time
come to love a rose?"
"But I do not want any such pursuit to get me out
of doors. The pleasure of walking and breathing fresh
air is enough for me, and in fine weather I am out more
than half my time. Mamma says I am never within."
"At any rate, however, I am pleased that you have
learnt to love a hyacinth. The mere habit of learning