| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: nationalities. How was that difficulty to be met? In Macedonia
there were Turkish villages that were Christian and Bulgarians
that were Moslem. There were families that changed the
termination of their names from /ski/ to /off/ as
Serbian or Bulgarian prevailed. I remarked that that showed a
certain passion for peace, and that much of the mischief might be
due to the propaganda of the great Powers. I have a prejudice
against that blessed Whig "principle of nationality," but the
King of Italy was not to be drawn into any statement about that.
He left the question with his admission of its extreme complexity.
He went on to talk of the strange contrasts of war, of such
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: LE DIABLE L'EMPORTE! said I, half to myself, - I cannot write this
self-same letter, throwing the pen down despairingly as I said it.
As soon as I had cast down my pen, La Fleur advanced with the most
respectful carriage up to the table, and making a thousand
apologies for the liberty he was going to take, told me he had a
letter in his pocket wrote by a drummer in his regiment to a
corporal's wife, which he durst say would suit the occasion.
I had a mind to let the poor fellow have his humour. - Then
prithee, said I, let me see it.
La Fleur instantly pulled out a little dirty pocket book cramm'd
full of small letters and billet-doux in a sad condition, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: spring weight in his gorgeous gills checked at eleven and one
half pounds. Eleven and one half pounds of fighting salmon! We
danced a war-dance on the pebbles, and California caught me round
the waist in a hug that went near to breaking my ribs, while he
shouted:--"Partner! Partner! This is glory! Now you catch your
fish! Twenty-four years I've waited for this!"
I went into that icy-cold river and made my cast just above the
weir, and all but foul-hooked a blue-and-black water-snake with a
coral mouth who coiled herself on a stone and hissed
male-dictions.
The next cast--ah, the pride of it, the regal splendor of it! the
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