| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: to dinner with a business acquaintance.
Every member of the Bunch was expected to telephone to every other member at
least once a week. "Why haven't you called me up?" Babbitt was asked
accusingly, not only by Tanis and Carrie but presently by new ancient friends,
Jennie and Capitolina and Toots.
If for a moment he had seen Tanis as withering and sentimental, he lost that
impression at Carrie Nork's dance. Mrs. Nork had a large house and a small
husband. To her party came all of the Bunch, perhaps thirty-five of them when
they were completely mobilized. Babbitt, under the name of "Old Georgie," was
now a pioneer of the Bunch, since each month it changed half its membership
and he who could recall the prehistoric days of a fortnight ago, before Mrs.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: Americans have adopted, and which enables the Union to combine
the power of a great empire with the security of a small State.
The second consists in those municipal institutions which
limit the despotism of the majority, and at the same time impart
a taste for freedom and a knowledge of the art of being free to
the people.
The third is to be met with in the constitution of the
judicial power. I have shown in what manner the courts of justice
serve to repress the excesses of democracy, and how they check
and direct the impulses of the majority without stopping its
activity.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: thirst for sympathy and was silent when I would have given the world
to have confided the fatal secret. Yet, still, words like those
I have recorded would burst uncontrollably from me. I could offer
no explanation of them, but their truth in part relieved the burden
of my mysterious woe.
Upon this occasion my father said, with an expression of
unbounded wonder, "My dearest Victor, what infatuation is this?
My dear son, I entreat you never to make such an assertion again."
"I am not mad," I cried energetically; "the sun and the heavens,
who have viewed my operations, can bear witness of my truth.
I am the assassin of those most innocent victims; they died
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