| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: patronize my intellect in order to get their attention. Every
year that I don't marry I've got less chance for a first-class
man. At the best I can have my choice from one or two cities and,
of course, I have to marry into a dinner-coat.
"Listen," she leaned close again, "I like clever men and
good-looking men, and, of course, no one cares more for
personality than I do. Oh, just one person in fifty has any
glimmer of what sex is. I'm hipped on Freud and all that, but
it's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is
ninety-nine per cent passion and one little soupgon of jealousy."
She finished as suddenly as she began.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 2 by Alexis de Toqueville: Office.
Section 7. All Bills for Raising Revenue shall originate in
the House of Representatives; but the Senate may propose or
concur with Amendments as on other Bills.
Every Bill which shall have passed the House of Representatives
and the Senate, shall, before it become a Law, be presented to
the President of the United States; if he approve he shall sign
it, but if not he shall return it, with his Objections, to that
House in which it shall have originated, who shall enter the
Objections at large on their Journal, and proceed to reconsider
it. If after such Reconsideration two-thirds of that House shall
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: forest, his keen ear seemed to drink in the singing of the birds and the
gentle rustling of leaves. Native to these haunts as were the wild creatures,
they were no quicker than the Indian to feel the approach of foes. The breeze
had borne faint, suspicious sounds.
"Keep--the--Bible," said Mr. Wells, "remember--its--word." His hand closely
clasped Nell's, and then suddenly loosened. His pallid face was lighted by a
meaning, tender smile which slowly faded--faded, and was gone. The venerable
head fell back. The old missionary was dead.
Nell kissed the pale, cold brow, and then rose, half dazed and shuddering.
Jim was vainly trying to close the dead man's eyes. She could no longer look.
On rising she found herself near the Indian chief. He took her fingers in his
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