| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: don't believe the boys really want this strike. The demand for it
originated outside our ranks. Who started it? Wasn't it started
by fellows who want us to get our pay quicker so they can get it
quicker? They're the ones that worked up this strike. They tell
us that the bosses are robbing us because they hold our pay till
the end of the month. They say we ought to have it in the bank.
They know we wouldn't put it in the bank. You know we wouldn't
put it in the bank. We don't want to put it in the bank, and you
bet your boots they don't want us to put it in the bank. They're
liars when they say they're boosting for the banks. They're
boosting for their own pockets.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: indeed.'
For all that, he drew his sword as he walked along, and in an
absent humour ran his eye from hilt to point full twenty times.
But thoughtfulness begets wrinkles; remembering this, he soon put
it up, smoothed his contracted brow, hummed a gay tune with greater
gaiety of manner, and was his unruffled self again.
Chapter 30
A homely proverb recognises the existence of a troublesome class of
persons who, having an inch conceded them, will take an ell. Not
to quote the illustrious examples of those heroic scourges of
mankind, whose amiable path in life has been from birth to death
Barnaby Rudge |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: to end of the line.
"Remember our agreement, gentlemen," cried Magnus, in a warning
voice. "Mr. Osterman, I must ask you to let down the hammer of
your weapon."
No one answered. In absolute quiet, standing motionless in their
places, the Leaguers watched the approach of the marshal.
Five minutes passed. The riders came on steadily. They drew
nearer. The grind of the buggy wheels in the grit and dust of
the road, and the prolonged clatter of the horses' feet began to
make itself heard. The Leaguers could distinguish the faces of
their enemies.
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