|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Psychology of Revolution by Gustave le Bon:
freethinkers than these latter are to-day toward the clericals.
These divisions, determined by differences of belief, were
complicated by the addition of the political conceptions derived
from those beliefs.
Many simple souls have for long believed that the real history of
France began with the year I. of the Republic. This rudimentary
conception is at last dying out. Even the most rigid
revolutionaries renounce it, and are quite willing to
recognise that the past was something better than an epoch of
black barbarism dominated by low superstitions.
 We may judge of the recent evolution of ideas upon this
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson:
- it's the old bairn that played with you - oh, can ye never, never
Throughout all this my lord was like a cold, kind spectator with
his wits about him. At the first cry, which was indeed enough to
call the house about us, he had said to me over his shoulder,
"Close the door." And now he nodded to himself.
"We may leave him to his wife now,"' says he. "Bring a light, Mr.
Upon my going forth again with my lord, I was aware of a strange
phenomenon; for though it was quite dark, and the night not yet
old, methought I smelt the morning. At the same time there went a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott:
"Truly I shall desire to carry a less questionable message,"
answered Dalgetty, "Sir Duncan is not a person to play at reading
"Craven Saxon," said the prisoner, "tell him I am the raven that,
fifteen years since, stooped on his tower of strength and the
pledges he had left there--I am the hunter that found out the
wolfs den on the rock, and destroyed his offspring--I am the
leader of the band which surprised Ardenvohr yesterday was
fifteen years, and gave his four children to the sword."
"Truly, my honest friend," said Dalgetty, "if that is your best
recommendation to Sir Duncan's favour, I would pretermit my