| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: tribulation, they have spread great gloom through the minds of
the people of Little Britain. They shake their heads whenever
they go by Bow Church, and observe, that they never expected
any good to come of taking down that steeple, which in old
times told nothing but glad tidings, as the history of
Whittington and his Cat bears witness.
The rival oracle of Little Britain is a substantial
cheesemonger, who lives in a fragment of one of the old family
mansions, and is as magnificently lodged as a round-bellied
mite in the midst of one of his own Cheshires. Indeed, he is a
man of no little standing and importance; and his renown
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde: unworthy of being called an idea at all.
ERNEST. Gilbert, you bewilder me. You have told me that all art
is, in its essence, immoral. Are you going to tell me now that all
thought is, in its essence, dangerous?
GILBERT. Yes, in the practical sphere it is so. The security of
society lies in custom and unconscious instinct, and the basis of
the stability of society, as a healthy organism, is the complete
absence of any intelligence amongst its members. The great
majority of people being fully aware of this, rank themselves
naturally on the side of that splendid system that elevates them to
the dignity of machines, and rage so wildly against the intrusion
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: was their business and not the business of the islanders, who took
orders from them. They stepped to the gun-rack, and each picked a
rifle.
"Better all Tahitian men have rifles," suggested Adamu Adam.
"Maybe big trouble come."
"All right, you take them," Sheldon answered, busy with issuing the
ammunition.
They went to the door and down the steps, carrying the eight rifles
to their quarters. Tudor, with cartridge-belts for rifle and
pistol strapped around him, rifle in hand, stood impatiently
waiting.
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