|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine:
railroads?" "For profits," was the answer. But a laborer beckoned
him aside and whispered: "No--we are making the _World_ one
neighborhood. East is now next door to West, and all peoples dwell
in one continuing city."
The young man went to the boss of a labor union. "Why," he asked,
"do you spend your days breeding discontent and leading strikes?"
"Why?" repeated the leader fiercely, "that the workers receive
more pay for shorter hours." "No," whispered a laborer, "we are
teaching the _World_ the sacred value of human beings. We are
learning how to be brotherly--how to stand up for each other.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:
"And why, if you please?" La Tour d'Azyr's face had flamed scarlet
before that sneer.
"Oh," Andre-Louis raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, a man
considering. He delivered himself slowly. "Because, monsieur, you
prefer the easy victim - the Lagrons and Vilmorins of this world,
mere sheep for your butchering. That is why."
And then the Marquis struck him.
Andre-Louis stepped back. His eyes gleamed a moment; the next they
were smiling up into the face of his tall enemy.
"No better than the others, after all! Well, well! Remark, I beg
you, how history repeats itself - with certain differences. Because
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
at the head of a dozen of his father's knights on the
road to Stutevill.
Bertrade de Montfort was so long overdue that the
Earl and Princess Eleanor, his wife, filled with grave
apprehensions, had posted their oldest son off to the
castle of John de Stutevill to fetch her home.
With the wind and rain at their backs the little party
rode rapidly along the muddy road, until late in the
afternoon they came upon a white palfrey standing
huddled beneath a great oak, his arched back toward
the driving storm.
The Outlaw of Torn