| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: serious public evils.
Gondremark, the true ruler of this unfortunate country, is a more
complex study. His position in Grunewald, to which he is a
foreigner, is eminently false; and that he should maintain it as he
does, a very miracle of impudence and dexterity. His speech, his
face, his policy, are all double: heads and tails. Which of the two
extremes may be his actual design he were a bold man who should
offer to decide. Yet I will hazard the guess that he follows both
experimentally, and awaits, at the hand of destiny, one of those
directing hints of which she is so lavish to the wise.
On the one hand, as MAIRE DU PALAIS to the incompetent Otto, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte by Karl Marx: own violent destruction. It not only consecrates, like the character of
1830, the division of powers, but it extends this feature to an
unbearably contradictory extreme. The "play of constitutional powers,"
as Guizot styled the clapper-clawings between the legislative and the
executive powers, plays permanent "vabanque" in the Constitution of
1848. On the one side, 750 representatives of the people, elected and
qualified for re-election by universal suffrage, who constitute an
uncontrollable, indissoluble, indivisible National Assembly, a National
Assembly that enjoys legislative omnipotence, that decides in the last
instance over war, peace and commercial treaties, that alone has the
power to grant amnesties, and that, through its perpetuity, continually
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: up all the water in the lake the island would be on dry
land, an' everyone could come and go whenever they
liked."
Glinda smiled again, but the Wizard said to the
girls:
"If we should dry up the lake, what would become of
all the beautiful fishes that now live in the water?"
"Dear me! That's so," admitted Betsy, crestfallen; "we
never thought of that, did we Trot?"
"Couldn't you transform 'em into polliwogs?" asked
Scraps, turning a somersault and then standing on one
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