| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: in hand. You want some dirty money; there is the bottom of your
contention; and as for your means, what are they? to stir up sorrow
in a family that never harmed you, to debauch (if you can) your own
nephew, and to wring the heart of your born brother! A footpad
that kills an old granny in a woollen mutch with a dirty bludgeon,
and that for a shilling-piece and a paper of snuff - there is all
the warrior that you are."
When I would attack him thus (or somewhat thus) he would smile, and
sigh like a man misunderstood. Once, I remember, he defended
himself more at large, and had some curious sophistries, worth
repeating, for a light upon his character.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome: The main difference is that whereas the General merely
writes an order about which most people hear for the first
time only when it is promulgated, the Central Committee
prepares the way for its dictation by a most elaborate series
of discussions and counter discussions throughout the
country, whereby it wins the bulk of the Communist Party to
its opinion, after which it proceeds through local and general
congresses to do the same with the Trades Unions. This
done, a further series of propaganda meetings among the
people actually to be affected smooths the way for the
introduction of whatever new measure is being carried
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: his hand. It was of seasoned oak, somewhat thicker than the
other, a tough weapon, not easily to be broken even in such an
encounter as he was like to have. He balanced the weapon, and
found that it fitted perfectly to his grasp. As he raised the
point to rest, his opponent took his station at the farther
extremity of the lists, and again there was a little space of
breathless pause. Myles was surprised at his own coolness; every
nervous tremor was gone. Before, he had been conscious of the
critical multitude looking down upon him; now it was a conflict
of man to man, and such a conflict had no terrors for his young
heart of iron.
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