| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: once Babbitt did not break out in blustering efforts to keep the party going.
He had--there was something he wished to think out--But the psychical research
had started them off again. ("Why didn't they go home! Why didn't they go
home!") Though he was impressed by the profundity of the statement, he was
only half-enthusiastic when Howard Littlefield lectured, "The United States is
the only nation in which the government is a Moral Ideal and not just a social
arrangement." ("True--true--weren't they EVER going home?") He was usually
delighted to have an "inside view" of the momentous world of motors but
to-night he scarcely listened to Eddie Swanson's revelation: "If you want to
go above the Javelin class, the Zeeco is a mighty good buy. Couple weeks ago,
and mind you, this was a fair, square test, they took a Zeeco stock
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The School For Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan: I have so much of my country Prejudices left--that--though Sir Peter's
ill humour may vex me ever so, it never shall provoke me to----
SURFACE. The only revenge in your Power--well I applaud your
moderation.
LADY TEAZLE. Go--you are an insinuating Hypocrite--but we shall be
miss'd--let us join the company.
SURFACE. True, but we had best not return together.
LADY TEAZLE. Well don't stay--for Maria shan't come to hear
any more of your Reasoning, I promise you--
[Exit.]
SURFACE. A curious Dilemma truly my Politics have run me into.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: the other was the latest acquisition to the renegade force, Jake Deering,
deserter, thief, murderer--everything that is bad. In appearance he was of
medium height, but very heavily, compactly built, and evidently as strong as
an ox. He had a tangled shock of red hair, a broad, bloated face; big, dull
eyes, like the openings of empty furnaces, and an expression of beastliness.
Deering and McKee were intoxicated.
"Bad time fer drinkin'," said Girty, with disapproval in his glance.
"What's that ter you?" growled Deering. "I'm here ter do your work, an' I
reckon it'll be done better if I'm drunk."
"Don't git careless," replied Girty, with that cool tone and dark look such as
dangerous men use. "I'm only sayin' it's a bad time fer you, because if this
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