| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: tokened partial recognition. I was sure that he had seen
me before during the period of my incarceration in
Phutra and that he was trying to recall my identity.
It worried me not a little. I was extremely thankful
when we bade them adieu and continued upon our
journey.
Several times during the next few marches I became
acutely conscious of the sensation of being watched by
unseen eyes, but I did not speak of my suspicions to my
companions. Later I had reason to regret my reticence,
for--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: which the only danger is that of temporary over-capitalization. Then
there are the variations in family sentiment. Sometimes the family
organization is as frankly political as the organization of an army or
an industry: fathers being no more expected to be sentimental about
their children than colonels about soldiers, or factory owners about
their employees, though the mother may be allowed a little tenderness
if her character is weak. The Roman father was a despot: the Chinese
father is an object of worship: the sentimental modern western father
is often a play-fellow looked to for toys and pocket-money. The
farmer sees his children constantly: the squire sees them only during
the holidays, and not then oftener than he can help: the tram
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Edingburgh Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson: elapsed before a great robbery, an escape, a Bow Street
runner, a cock-fight, an apprehension in a cupboard in
Amsterdam, and a last step into the air off his own
greatly-improved gallows drop, brought the career of
Deacon William Brodie to an end. But still, by the
mind's eye, he may be seen, a man harassed below a
mountain of duplicity, slinking from a magistrate's
supper-room to a thieves' ken, and pickeering among the
closes by the flicker of a dark lamp.
Or where the Deacon is out of favour, perhaps some
memory lingers of the great plagues, and of fatal houses
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