| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: appeared, who carried a light, and asked: "Who cometh unto me and my bad
sleep?"
"A living man and a dead one," said Zarathustra. "Give me something to eat
and drink, I forgot it during the day. He that feedeth the hungry
refresheth his own soul, saith wisdom."
The old man withdrew, but came back immediately and offered Zarathustra
bread and wine. "A bad country for the hungry," said he; "that is why I
live here. Animal and man come unto me, the anchorite. But bid thy
companion eat and drink also, he is wearier than thou." Zarathustra
answered: "My companion is dead; I shall hardly be able to persuade him to
eat." "That doth not concern me," said the old man sullenly; "he that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: of the way subscribers would have fallen off, if he had printed
even so much as the name of this vile disease.
"And yet," pursued the doctor, "you publish romances about
adultery!"
"Yes," said George, "that's what the readers want."
"They don't want the truth about venereal diseases," exclaimed
the other. "If they knew the full truth, they would no longer
think that adultery was romantic and interesting."
He went on to give his advice as to the means of avoiding such
diseases. There was really but one rule. It was: To love but
one woman, to take her as a virgin, and to love her so much that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: concerned with the trial.
I looked around apprehensively. There were no reporters yet in
sight, and thankful to have escaped notice I paid for my breakfast
and left. At the cab-stand I chose the least dilapidated hansom
I could find, and giving the driver the address of the Gilmore
residence, in the East end, I got in.
I was just in time. As the cab turned and rolled off, a slim young
man in a straw hat separated himself from a little group of men and
hurried toward us.
"Hey! Wait a minute there!" he called, breaking into a trot.
But the cabby did not hear, or perhaps did not care to. We jogged
The Man in Lower Ten |
