|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pivot of Civilization by Margaret Sanger:
campaign. The very idea of Birth Control resurrected the spirit of
the witch-hunters of Salem. Could they have usurped the power, they
would have burned us at the stake. Lacking that power, they used the
weapon of suppression, and invoked medieval statutes to send us to
jail. These tactics had an effect the very opposite to that intended.
They demonstrated the vitality of the idea of Birth Control, and acted
as counter-irritant on the actively intelligent sections of the
American community. Nor was the interest aroused confined merely to
America. The neo-Malthusian movement in Great Britain with its
history of undaunted bravery, came to our support; and I had the
comfort of knowing that the finest minds of England did not hesitate a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis:
I came here to-night to save him.
"You might string HIM up and not be called to
account for it. But how about ME?"
He took a step forward, and, looking from face to
face with a dare in his eyes, he went on:
"Is there a man among you fool enough to think
you could kill Tom Buckner and not pay for it?"
He let 'em all think of that for jest another
minute before he spoke agin. His face was as white
as a piece of paper, and his nostrils was working, but
everything else about him was quiet. He looked
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
again. He felt gray and old, and sometimes bitter and hard also.
The boy's condition could not be helped: it was inevitable,
hopeless. But the thing that was eating his heart out had been
unnecessary and cruel.
Where was Harmony? When it stormed, as it did almost steadily, he
wondered how she was sheltered; when the occasional sun shone he
hoped it was bringing her a bit of cheer. Now and then, in the
night, when the lamp burned low and gusts of wind shook the old
house, fearful thoughts came to him--the canal, with its filthy
depths. Daylight brought reason, however. Harmony had been too
rational, too sane for such an end.