|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley:
living after the likeness of God.
Not that I learnt the lesson then. When the first excitement of
horror and wonder were past, what I had seen made me for years the
veriest aristocrat, full of hatred and contempt of these dangerous
classes, whose existence I had for the first time discovered. It
required many years--years, too, of personal intercourse with the
poor--to explain to me the true meaning of what I saw here in
October twenty-seven years ago, and to learn a part of that lesson
which God taught to others thereby. And one part at least of that
lesson was this: That the social state of a city depends directly
on its moral state, and--I fear dissenting voices, but I must say
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
of Blanco Sol, then Gale would have no chance.
These Mexicans had evidently been at the well some time. Their
horses being in the corral meant that grazing had been done by
day. Gale revolved questions in mind. Had this trio of outlaws
run across Ladd? It was not likely, for in that event they might
not have been so comfortable and care-free in camp. Were they
waiting for more members of their gang? That was very probable.
With Gale, however, the most important consideration was how
to get his horse to water. Sol must have a drink if it cost a fight.
There was stern reason for Gale to hurry eastward along the trail.
He thought it best to go back to where he had left his horse and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells:
From the bishop's point of view Chasters was one of nature's
ignoblemen. He seemed to have subscribed to the Thirty-Nine
Articles and passed all the tests and taken all the pledges that
stand on the way to ordination, chiefly for the pleasure of
attacking them more successfully from the rear; he had been given
the living of Wombash by a cousin, and filled it very largely
because it was not only more piquant but more remunerative and
respectable to be a rationalist lecturer in a surplice. And in a
hard kind of ultra-Protestant way his social and parochial work
was not badly done. But his sermons were terrible. "He takes a
text," said one informant, "and he goes on firstly, secondly,