| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: conquered, and leaves the gulf of caste between two races--master
and slave. That was the case in France, and resulted, after
centuries of oppression, in the great and dreadful revolution of
1793, which convulsed not only France but the whole civilised world.
But caste, thank God, has never existed in England, since at least
the first generation after the Norman conquest.
The vast majority, all but the whole population of England, have
been always free; and free, as they are not where caste exists to
change their occupations. They could intermarry, if they were able
men, into the ranks above them; as they could sink, if they were
unable men, into the ranks below them. Any man acquainted with the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane: was only the doomed and the damned who roared
with sincerity at circumstance. Few but they
ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the
respect of his fellows had no business to scold
about anything that he might think to be wrong
in the ways of the universe, or even with the
ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the
others may play marbles.
He did not give a great deal of thought to
these battles that lay directly before him. It was
not essential that he should plan his ways in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: "Gone to do what YOU should have done," was Zoie's characteristic
answer.
"Well," answered Jimmy hotly, "it's about time that somebody
besides me did something around this place."
"YOU," mocked Zoie, "all YOU'VE ever done was to hoodoo me from
the very beginning."
"If you'd taken my advice," answered Jimmy, "and told your
husband the truth about the luncheon, there'd never have been any
'beginning.' "
"If, if, if," cried Zoie, in an agony of impatience, "if you'd
tipped that horrid old waiter enough, he'd never have told
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