| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: be an institution of the many, that the whole state is ever in the
profoundest peace after a full meal; and that civil broils arise
among them when it happens for one great bone to be seized on by
some leading dog, who either divides it among the few, and then it
falls to an oligarchy, or keeps it to himself, and then it runs up
to a tyranny. The same reasoning also holds place among them in
those dissensions we behold upon a turgescency in any of their
females. For the right of possession lying in common (it being
impossible to establish a property in so delicate a case),
jealousies and suspicions do so abound, that the whole commonwealth
of that street is reduced to a manifest state of war, of every
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Common Sense by Thomas Paine: OF THE PROVINCES; in order, that HE MAY ACCOMPLISH BY CRAFT AND SUBTLETY,
IN THE LONG RUN, WHAT HE CANNOT DO BY FORCE AND VIOLENCE IN THE SHORT ONE.
Reconciliation and ruin are nearly related.
SECONDLY. That as even the best terms, which we can expect to obtain,
can amount to no more than a temporary expedient, or a kind of government
by guardianship, which can last no longer than till the colonies come of age,
so the general face and state of things, in the interim, will be unsettled
and unpromising. Emigrants of property will not choose to come to a country
whose form of government hangs but by a thread, and who is every day tottering
on the brink of commotion and disturbance; and numbers of the present
inhabitants would lay hold of the interval, to dispense of their effects,
Common Sense |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: Lady Marayne would not believe, that there was not some other woman
in the case. He assured her and she seemed reassured, and then
presently she was back at exactly the same question. Would no woman
ever understand the call of Asia, the pride of duty, the desire for
the world?
One sort of woman perhaps. . . .
It was odd that for the first time now, in the sunshine of
Kensington Gardens, he saw the little gossamer lines that tell that
thirty years and more have passed over a face, a little wrinkling of
the eyelids, a little hardening of the mouth. How slight it is, how
invisible it has been, how suddenly it appears! And the sunshine of
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