| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: the proletariat. For government by any one class is fatal to the
welfare of the whole. Two years ago our ideal seemed to have been
realized. The monopoly of power had been taken from the class that
had held it too long and too unjustly by the hollow right of
heredity. It had been distributed as evenly as might be throughout
the State, and if men had only paused there, all would have been
well. But our impetus carried us too far, the privileged orders
goaded us on by their very opposition, and the result is the horror
of which yesterday you saw no more than the beginnings. No, no,"
he ended. "Careers there may be for venal place-seekers, for
opportunists; but none for a man who desires to respect himself.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: wanted to do it. And I felt helpless and childish now, when there
were things to be done.
Max came down from the roof alone, and I cornered him in the
upper hall.
"I'm going crazy, Max," I said. "Nobody will tell me anything,
and I can't stand it. How was he hurt? Who hurt him?"
Max looked at me quite a long time.
"I'm darned if I understand you, Kit," he said gravely. "You said
you disliked Harbison."
"So I do--I did," I supplemented. "But whether I like him or not
has nothing to do with it. He has been injured--perhaps
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: speed and control.
Berne, first batter for the Quakers, walked up
to the plate. He was another Billy Hamilton,
built like a wedge. I saw him laugh at the long
pitcher.
Whit swayed back, coiled and uncoiled. Something
thin, white, glancing, shot at Berne. He
ducked, escaping the ball by a smaller margin
than appeared good for his confidence. He spoke
low to the Rube, and what he said was probably
not flavored with the milk of friendly sweetness.
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