| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: closely that he could make sure that Ona did not pass him.
Seven o'clock came, the hour when the great packing machine began
to move. Jurgis ought to have been at his place in the fertilizer
mill; but instead he was waiting, in an agony of fear, for Ona.
It was fifteen minutes after the hour when he saw a form emerge from
the snow mist, and sprang toward it with a cry. It was she, running
swiftly; as she saw him, she staggered forward, and half fell into
his outstretched arms.
"What has been the matter?" he cried, anxiously. "Where have you been?"
It was several scconds before she could get breath to answer him.
"I couldn't get home," she exclaimed. "The snow--the cars had stopped."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: of doing good, the quietist under that of resignation, the enthusiast under
that of faith or love. The upright man of the world will desire above all
things that morality should be plain and fixed, and should use language in
its ordinary sense. Persons of an imaginative temperament will generally
be dissatisfied with the words 'utility' or 'pleasure': their principle of
right is of a far higher character--what or where to be found they cannot
always distinctly tell;--deduced from the laws of human nature, says one;
resting on the will of God, says another; based upon some transcendental
idea which animates more worlds than one, says a third:
on nomoi prokeintai upsipodes, ouranian
di aithera teknothentes.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: in peace."
Father Leblanc knelt meekly and prayed, and the woman's weak
pleadings continued,--
"Tony, I've been true and good and faithful to you. Don't die
and leave me no better than before. Tony, I do want to be a good
woman once, a real-for-true married woman. Tony, here's the
priest; say yes." And she wrung her ringless hands.
"You want my money," said Tony, slowly, "and you sha'n't have it,
not a cent; John shall have it."
Father Leblanc shrank away like a fading spectre. He came next
day and next day, only to see re-enacted the same piteous
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