| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: only a prosaic doctor and physiologist I may shock your
ideals a little."
"No matter," she interrupted. "They couldn't well
get a harder jolt than they have had already."
He nodded and went on:
"There are two elemental human forces that maintain
life--hunger and love. They are both utterly simple,
otherwise they could not be universal. Hunger compels
the race to live. Love compels it to reproduce itself.
There has never been anything mysterious about either
of these forces and there never will be--except in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: doors locked night and day both, and when you knock he
won't let you in till he opens the door a crack and sees
who it is."
"By jimminy, it's int'resting! I'd like to get a look
at him. Say--the next time you're going in there,
don't you reckon you could spread the door and--"
"No, indeedy! He's always behind it. He would block
that game."
Tom studied over it, and then he says:
"Looky here. You lend me your apern and let me take him
his breakfast in the morning. I'll give you a quarter."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy: those problems which divide us. Let both sides, for the first time,
formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and
control of arms. . .and bring the absolute power to destroy
other nations under the absolute control of all nations.
Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead
of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the
deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage
the arts and commerce. Let both sides unite to heed in all corners
of the earth the command of Isaiah. . .to "undo the heavy burdens. . .
let the oppressed go free."
And if a beachhead of co-operation may push back the jungle of suspicion. . .
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