| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: but the girls of America are above and beyond them all. They are
clever, they can talk--yea, it is said that they think.
Certainly they have an appearance of so doing which is
delightfully deceptive.
They are original, and regard you between the brows with
unabashed eyes as a sister might look at her brother. They are
instructed, too, in the folly and vanity of the male mind, for
they have associated with "the boys" from babyhood, and can
discerningly minister to both vices or pleasantly snub the
possessor. They possess, moreover, a life among themselves,
independent of any masculine associations. They have societies
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: to it."
"Is Dimity Munroe all right?" asked Alex, eagerly but a little
embarrassed, and Scarlett recalled vaguely that he had been sweet
on Sally's younger sister.
"Oh, yes. She's living with her aunt over in Fayetteville now.
You know their house in Lovejoy was burned. And the rest of her
folks are in Macon."
"What he means is--has Dimity married some brave colonel in the
Home Guard?" jeered Tony, and Alex turned furious eyes upon him.
"Of course, she isn't married," said Scarlett, amused.
"Maybe it would be better if she had," said Alex gloomily. "How
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne: the artocarpus bread, some mangoes, half a dozen pineapples,
and the liquor fermented from some coco-nuts, overjoyed us.
I even think that my worthy companions' ideas had not all
the plainness desirable.
"Suppose we do not return to the Nautilus this evening?" said Conseil.
"Suppose we never return?" added Ned Land.
Just then a stone fell at our feet and cut short the harpooner's proposition.
CHAPTER XXI
CAPTAIN NEMO'S THUNDERBOLT
We looked at the edge of the forest without rising,
my hand stopping in the action of putting it to my mouth,
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