| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: It is impossible that I shan't be able to find a way to your
heart, that I shan't be able to make you obey me. My emotion in
speaking to you proves that I appreciate your suffering, that I
suffer with you. It is in the name of my sincerity that I
implore you. You have admitted it--that you have not the right
to expose your wife to such miseries. But it is not only your
wife that you strike; you may attack in her your own children. I
exclude you for a moment from my thought--you and her. It is in
the name of these innocents that I implore you; it is the future,
it is the race that I defend. Listen to me, listen to me! Out
of the twenty households of which I spoke, only fifteen had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarecrow of Oz by L. Frank Baum: mouthful of popcorn and both his hands were full of it.
So at first he couldn't speak to his rescuers but lay
quite still and eyed them calmly until he had swallowed
his mouthful. Then he said:
"Get my cap," and stuffed more popcorn into his mouth.
While the Bumpy Man began shoveling into the corn-bank
to find the boy's cap, Trot was laughing joyfully and
Cap'n Bill had a broad grin on his face. The Ork looked
from one to another and asked:
"Who is this stranger?"
"Why, it's Button-Bright, of course," answered Trot.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: a little congregation of guardians and boatmen, and people from a
solitary farm-house by the river. They came in pirogues--long,
narrow boats hollowed from the trunk of a tree; the black-eyed,
brown-faced girls sitting back to back in the middle of the boat,
and the men standing up bending to their poles. It seemed a
picturesque way of travelling, although none too safe.
In the afternoon we sat on deck and looked at the water. What a
charm there is in watching a swift stream! The eye never wearies
of following its curls and eddies, the shadow of the waves dancing
over the stones, the strange, crinkling lines of sunlight in the
shallows. There is a sort of fascination in it, lulling and
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