| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: Bootstrap-lifters with a hundred thousand volumes at one dollar
per volume. There are the Platonist and Hegelian and Kantian
professors of collegiate metaphysical Bootstrap-lifting at
several thousand dollars per year each. There are the Nietzschean
Bootstrap-lifters, who lift themselves to the Superman, and the
art-for-art's-sake, neo-Pagan Bootstrap-lifters, who lift
themselves down to the Ape.
Excepting possibly the last-mentioned group, the priests of all
these cults, the singers, shouters, prayers and exhorters of
Bootstrap-lifting have as their distinguishing characteristic
that they do very little lifting at their own bootstraps, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: privacies of the chief families of the town (for she went harvesting
among their kitchens every time she came to the village),
and Tom enjoyed this. It was just in his line. She always collected
her half of his pension punctually, and he was always at the haunted
house to have a chat with her on these occasions. Every now and then,
she paid him a visit there on between-days also.
Occasions he would run up to St. Louis for a few weeks, and at last
temptation caught him again. He won a lot of money, but lost it,
and with it a deal more besides, which he promised to raise as
soon as possible.
For this purpose he projected a new raid on his town. He never meddled
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: blew off the hood from the man's face, and, lo! there was no man
there, only the clothes and the hood and the pipes tumbled one upon
another in a corner of the terrace, and the dead leaves ran over
them.
And the King's daughter of Duntrine got her to that part of the
beach where strange things had been done in the ancient ages; and
there she sat her down. The sea foam ran to her feet, and the dead
leaves swarmed about her back, and the veil blew about her face in
the blowing of the wind. And when she lifted up her eyes, there
was the daughter of a King come walking on the beach. Her hair was
like the spun gold, and her eyes like pools in a river, and she had
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