| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: would have lived in obscurity without being able to rise into
public life, and that, far from becoming useful members of the
legislature, they might have been unruly citizens.
These reflections do not escape the observation of the
Americans any more than of ourselves. "It cannot be doubted,"
says Chancellor Kent in his "Treatise on American Law," "that the
division of landed estates must produce great evils when it is
carried to such excess as that each parcel of land is
insufficient to support a family; but these disadvantages have
never been felt in the United States, and many generations must
elapse before they can be felt. The extent of our inhabited
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell: And Squealer, who happened to be passing at this moment, attended by two
or three dogs, was able to put the whole matter in its proper perspective.
"You have heard then, comrades," he said, "that we pigs now sleep in the
beds of the farmhouse? And why not? You did not suppose, surely, that
there was ever a ruling against beds? A bed merely means a place to sleep
in. A pile of straw in a stall is a bed, properly regarded. The rule was
against sheets, which are a human invention. We have removed the sheets
from the farmhouse beds, and sleep between blankets. And very comfortable
beds they are too! But not more comfortable than we need, I can tell you,
comrades, with all the brainwork we have to do nowadays. You would not rob
us of our repose, would you, comrades? You would not have us too tired to
Animal Farm |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.
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