| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: But before I left that there town I seen they was
one thing I had to do to make myself easy in my
mind. So I done her.
That was to hunt up that feller with his eye in
the patch. It took me a week to find him. He
lived down near some railroad yards. I might of
soaked him with a coupling link and felt a hull lot
better. But I didn't guess it would do to pet and
pamper my feelings too much. So I does it with
my fists in a quiet place, and does it very complete,
and leaves that town in a cattle car, feeling a hull
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: silent, a little aversion and scorn for his visitors came over Zarathustra,
although he rejoiced at their gladness. For it seemed to him a sign of
convalescence. So he slipped out into the open air and spake to his
animals.
"Whither hath their distress now gone?" said he, and already did he himself
feel relieved of his petty disgust--"with me, it seemeth that they have
unlearned their cries of distress!
--Though, alas! not yet their crying." And Zarathustra stopped his ears,
for just then did the YE-A of the ass mix strangely with the noisy
jubilation of those higher men.
"They are merry," he began again, "and who knoweth? perhaps at their host's
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: I found myself questioning that. I see now that to Margaret it must
have seemed the perversest carping against manifest things, but at
the time I was concentrated simply upon the elucidation of her view
and my own; I wanted to get at her conception in the sharpest,
hardest lines that were possible. It was perfectly clear that she
saw Toryism as the diabolical element in affairs. The thing showed
in its hopeless untruth all the clearer for the fine, clean emotion
with which she gave it out to me. My sleeping peer in the library
at Stamford Court and Evesham talking luminously behind the
Hartstein flowers embodied the devil, and my replete citizen sucking
at his cigar in the National Liberal Club, Willie Crampton
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