| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: the utmost limit of its capacity, and beginning to overflow in the quivering
of his lips and the flashing of his eyes, he pulled up all the flash-boards
at once, and gave loose to the full torrent of his indignation, by seizing,
like furious Ajax, not a messy stone more than two modern men could raise,
but a vast dish of beef more than fifty ancient yeomen could eat,
and whirled it like a coit, in terrorem, over the head of the friar,
to the extremity of the apartment,
Where it on oaken floor did settle,
With mighty din of ponderous metal.
"Nay father," said Matilda, taking the baron's hand, "do not harm the friar:
he means not to offend you. My gaiety never before displeased you.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Bill of Rights: Passed by Congress September 25, 1789
Ratified December 15, 1791
I
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion,
or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech,
or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble,
and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
II
A well-regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free State,
the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.
III
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: up lightly with a pitchfork. It was the fever mist. Out from among the
scrub, too, came little spirals of vapour, as though there were hundreds
of tiny fires alight in it--reek rising from thousands of tons of
rotting vegetation. It was a beautiful place, but the beauty was the
beauty of death; and all those lines and blots of vapour wrote one great
word across the surface of the country, and that word was 'fever.'
"It was a dreadful year of illness that. I came, I remember, to one
little kraal of Knobnoses, and went up to it to see if I could get some
'maas', or curdled butter-milk, and a few mealies. As I drew near I was
struck with the silence of the place. No children began to chatter, and
no dogs barked. Nor could I see any native sheep or cattle. The place,
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