|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays & Lectures by Oscar Wilde:
the middle ages of Europe.
These considerations, then, will enable us to understand first how
it was that, radical and unscrupulous reformers as the Greek
political theorists were, yet, their end once attained, no modern
conservatives raised such outcry against the slightest innovation.
Even acknowledged improvements in such things as the games of
children or the modes of music were regarded by them with feelings
of extreme apprehension as the herald of the DRAPEAU ROUGE of
reform. And secondly, it will show us how it was that Polybius
found his ideal in the commonwealth of Rome, and Aristotle, like
Mr. Bright, in the middle classes. Polybius, however, is not
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling:
another, it was that the engine was everything in the wide world
except a bullock. The Jackal had watched it time and again from
the aloe hedges by the side of the line, and the Adjutant had
seen engines since the first locomotive ran in India. But the
Mugger had only looked up at the thing from below, where the
brass dome seemed rather like a bullock"s hump.
"M--yes, a new kind of bullock," the Mugger repeated
ponderously, to make himself quite sure in his own mind;
and "Certainly it is a bullock," said the Jackal.
"And again it might be----" began the Mugger pettishly.
"Certainly--most certainly," said the Jackal, without waiting
The Second Jungle Book
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
steely flash, and as he gazed out over the wide, darkening expanse of water
his face grew cold and rigid.
"I'll allow I might hev told a more cheerful story, an' I'll do so next time;
but I wanted ye all, particular the lasses, to know somethin' of the kind of
country ye're goin' into. The frontier needs women; but jist yit it deals hard
with them. An' Jim Girty, with more of his kind, ain't dead yit."
"Why don't some one kill him?" was Joe's sharp question.
"Easier said than done, lad. Jim Girty is a white traitor, but he's a cunnin'
an' fierce redskin in his ways an' life. He knows the woods as a crow does,
an' keeps outer sight 'cept when he's least expected. Then ag'in, he's got
Simon Girty, his brother, an' almost the whole redskin tribe behind him.
The Spirit of the Border