| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: imperative that English readers should understand clearly how
thoroughly these little matters have been /worked/ by the
enemy.
Some slight civilities led to a conversation that revealed the
Italian lady in the corner as an Irishwoman married to an
Italian, and also brought out the latent English of a very
charming elderly lady opposite to her. She had heard a speech, a
wonderful speech from a railway train, by "the Lord Runciman." He
had said the most beautiful things about Italy.
I did my best to echo these beautiful things.
Then the Irishwoman remarked that Mr. Runciman had not satisfied
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: with mournful eyes behind his spectacles.
And then with his next words he achieved rank (as
his thoughts ran) with either the great crowd of the world's
sympathizers or the little crowd of its great financiers.
"Be kind o' lonesome in the old cabin to-night, Ranse,"
he said.
Ransie Bilbro stared out at the Cumberlands, clear
blue now in the sunlight. He did not look at Ariela.
"I 'low it might be lonesome," he said; "but when
folks gits mad and wants a divo'ce, you can't make folks
stay."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Is he hurt badly?" asked Meriem.
"Only a little sprain," replied Hanson. "He can ride all right;
but we both thought he'd better lie up tonight, and rest, for he'll
have plenty hard riding in the next few weeks."
"Yes," agreed the girl.
Hanson swung his pony about and Meriem followed him. They rode
north along the edge of the jungle for a mile and then turned
straight into it toward the west. Meriem, following, payed
little attention to directions. She did not know exactly where
Hanson's camp lay and so she did not guess that he was not
leading her toward it. All night they rode, straight toward
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