|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pivot of Civilization by Margaret Sanger:
ardent Eugenist hopes to increase the fertility of the ``fit.''
Professor Pearson thinks that it is especially necessary to awaken the
hardiest stocks to this duty. These stocks, he says, are to be found
chiefly among the skilled artisan class, the intelligent working
class. Here is a fine combination of health and hardy vigor, of sound
body and sound mind.
Professor Pearson and his school of biometrics here ignore or at least
fail to record one of those significant ``correlations'' which form
the basis of his method. The publications of the Eugenics Laboratory
all tend to show that a high rate of fertility is correlated with
extreme poverty, recklessness, deficiency and delinquency; similarly,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens:
hucksters, waggoners, and a motley crowd of buyers, sellers, pick-
pockets, vagrants, and idlers. The air was perfumed with the
stench of rotten leaves and faded fruit; the refuse of the
butchers' stalls, and offal and garbage of a hundred kinds. It was
indispensable to most public conveniences in those days, that they
should be public nuisances likewise; and Fleet Market maintained
the principle to admiration.
To this place, perhaps because its sheds and baskets were a
tolerable substitute for beds, or perhaps because it afforded the
means of a hasty barricade in case of need, many of the rioters had
straggled, not only that night, but for two or three nights before.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Two Poets by Honore de Balzac:
the sheet fall, "these presses of yours are old sabots not worth a
hundred crowns; they are only fit for firewood."
"Sabots?" cried old Sechard, "SABOTS? There, take the inventory and
let us go downstairs. You will soon see whether your paltry iron-work
contrivances will work like these solid old tools, tried and trusty.
You will not have the heart after that to slander honest old presses
that go like mail coaches, and are good to last you your lifetime
without needing repairs of any sort. Sabots! Yes, sabots that are like
to hold salt enough to cook your eggs with--sabots that your father
has plodded on with these twenty years; they have helped him to make
you what you are."