|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe:
I must say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the
debt; and you would, Haley, if you had any conscience."
"Well, I've got just as much conscience as any man in
business can afford to keep,--just a little, you know, to swear
by, as 't were," said the trader, jocularly; "and, then, I'm ready
to do anything in reason to 'blige friends; but this yer, you see,
is a leetle too hard on a fellow--a leetle too hard." The trader
sighed contemplatively, and poured out some more brandy.
"Well, then, Haley, how will you trade?" said Mr. Shelby,
after an uneasy interval of silence.
"Well, haven't you a boy or gal that you could throw in
Uncle Tom's Cabin
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:
have crushed your wage slaves into the dirt and you have survived. The
captains of war, at your command, have shot down like dogs your employees in a
score of bloody strikes. By such means you have endured. We do not grumble at
the result, for we acknowledge and have our being in the same natural law. And
now the question has arisen: UNDER THE PRESENT SOCIAL ENVIRONMENT, WHICH OF US
SHALL SURVIVE? We believe we are the fittest. You believe you are the fittest.
We leave the eventuality to time and law.
THE MINIONS OF MIDAS.
John, do you wonder now that I shunned pleasure and avoided friends? But why
explain? Surely this narrative will make everything clear. Three weeks ago
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
part of the beach where strange things had been done in the ancient
ages, lo, there was the crone, and she was dancing widdershins.
"What makes you dance widdershins, old crone?" said the King's
daughter; "here upon the bleak beach, between the waves and the
"I hear a sound in the wind that is like a sound of piping," quoth
she. "And it is for that that I dance widdershins. For the gift
comes that will make you bare, and the man comes that must bring
you care. But for me the morrow is come that I have thought upon,
and the hour of my power."
"How comes it, crone," said the King's daughter, "that you waver