|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Il n'a pas eu peur?
SECOND SOLDAT. Mais non. Le tetrarque lui a envoye la bague.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Quelle bague?
SECOND SOLDAT. La bague de la mort. Ainsi, il n'a pas eu peur.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Cependant, c'est terrible d'etrangler un roi.
PREMIER SOLDAT. Pourquoi? Les rois n'ont qu'un cou, comme les
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Il me semble que c'est terrible.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Mais la princesse se leve! Elle quitte la table!
Elle a l'air tres ennuyee. Ah! elle vient par ici. Oui, elle vient
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tour Through Eastern Counties of England by Daniel Defoe:
are principally in Portugal and Italy. This corporation is
governed by a particular set of men who are called governors of the
Dutch Bay Hall. And in the same building is the Dutch church.
2. The guildhall of the town, called by them the moot hall, to
which is annexed the town gaol.
3. The workhouse, being lately enlarged, and to which belongs a
corporation or a body of the inhabitants, consisting of sixty
persons incorporated by Act of Parliament Anno 1698 for taking care
of the poor. They are incorporated by the name and title of the
governor, deputy governor, assistants, and guardians of the poor of
the town of Colchester. They are in number eight-and-forty, to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
with its wagon of coal. The great iron cage sank back on its rest,
a full carfle was hauled off, an empty tram run on to the chair,
a bell ting'ed somewhere, the chair heaved, then dropped like
Paul did not realise William was dead; it was impossible,
with such a bustle going on. The puller-off swung the small truck
on to the turn-table, another man ran with it along the bank down
the curving lines.
"And William is dead, and my mother's in London, and what will
she be doing?" the boy asked himself, as if it were a conundrum.
He watched chair after chair come up, and still no father.
Sons and Lovers