The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: that the "idle classes" had forced this curse on the masses, of
which he was one. He believed that all the classes had to do was
to clip coupons, cash them and ride around the country in Pullman
palace cars. Here was the whole bunch of them in seven "specials"
rolling right by his front door. He cursed them again and prayed
that the train might be wrecked and that every one of the
blinkety blinkety scoundrels might be killed. If all these idle
plutocrats could be destroyed in a heap they would be lifted from
the backs of the masses, and the masses would not have to work
any more.
Bannerman was a fool, and I could even then see just what made
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: "But where are we going?"
"Heaven knows. But away from the bees, any way."
The horse was harnessed at last. The lamps were lighted- the
while we cowered in the depths of the brougham, the coachman
mounted heavily upon the box and we rolled slowly out of the
yard.
Round to the left we swung, away from White Ladies, slowly into
the village and to the left again. I kept my companion informed
as to our whereabouts.
"That's right," I said, " there's the butcher's. Splendid meat
he sells- I beg his pardon- purveys. Wears wonderfully well.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: daughter in the tale of the /Wonderful Lamp/, she should have remained
always veiled. Her singing obscured the imperfect talents of the
Malibrans, the Sontags, and the Fodors, in whom some one dominant
quality always mars the perfection of the whole; whereas Marianina
combined in equal degree purity of tone, exquisite feeling, accuracy
of time and intonation, science, soul, and delicacy. She was the type
of that hidden poesy, the link which connects all the arts and which
always eludes those who seek it. Modest, sweet, well-informed, and
clever, none could eclipse Marianina unless it was her mother.
Have you ever met one of those women whose startling beauty defies the
assaults of time, and who seem at thirty-six more desirable than they
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