| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: glanced nervously toward Alfred's bedroom door.
Jimmy looked at them without comprehending why he should "sh."
They did not bother to explain. Instead, Zoie turned her back
upon him.
"Let's see it," she said, peeping into the bassinette. And then
with a little cry of disgust she again looked at Jimmy
reproachfully. "Isn't it ugly?" she said. Jimmy's contempt for
woman's ingratitude was too deep for words, and he only stared at
her in injured silence. But his reflections were quickly upset
when Alfred called from the next room, to inquire again about
Baby.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Criminal Sociology by Enrico Ferri: shut out by the supervision from re-adaptation to normal
existence. The system of indeterminate segregation renders all
special supervision useless. Moreover, this duty only distracts
policemen by compelling them to keep an eye on a few hundred
liberated convicts, and to neglect thousands of other criminals,
who increase the number of unknown perpetrators of crime.
Similarly as to the discharged prisoners' aid societies, which,
notwithstanding their many sentimental declamations, and the
excellence of their intentions, continue to be as sterile as they
are benevolent. The reason here also is that they forget
to take into account the different types of criminals, and that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: Saduko, splendidly apparelled as a chief, carrying a small assegai and
adorned with plumes, leglets and a leopard-skin kilt. He was attended
by about half a dozen of the best-looking of his followers, who posed as
"indunas" or councillors. Behind these I walked, a dusty, insignificant
little fellow, attended by the ugly, snub-nosed Scowl in a very greasy
pair of trousers, worn-out European boots through which his toes peeped,
and nothing else, and by my three surviving hunters, whose appearance
was even more disreputable. After us marched about four score of the
transformed Amangwane, and after them came the hundred picked cattle
driven by a few herdsmen.
In due course we arrived at the gate of the kraal, where we found the
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