| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: something less than a rupee a day a man can feed himself
sumptuously in San Francisco, even though he be a bankrupt.
Remember this if ever you are stranded in these parts.
Later I began a vast but unsystematic exploration of the streets.
I asked for no names. It was enough that the pavements were full
of white men and women, the streets clanging with traffic, and
that the restful roar of a great city rang in my ears. The cable
cars glided to all points of the compass at once. I took them
one by one till I could go no further. San Francisco has been
pitched down on the sand bunkers of the Bikaneer desert. About
one fourth of it is ground reclaimed from the sea--any old-timers
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: common-sense it clearly has not a right to do is to make this an
excuse for keeping the child slaving for ten hours at physical
exercises on the ground that it is not yet as dexterous as Cinquevalli
and as strong as Sandow.
The Rewards and Risks of Knowledge
In a word, we have no right to insist on educating a child; for its
education can end only with its life and will not even then be
complete. Compulsory completion of education is the last folly of a
rotten and desperate civilization. It is the rattle in its throat
before dissolution. All we can fairly do is to prescribe certain
definite acquirements and accomplishments as qualifications for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: brought Bailey over. Prompted by jealous, insane fury, Armstrong
followed, coming across by the path. He entered the billiard-
room wing--perhaps rapping, and being admitted by your nephew.
Just inside he was shot, by some one on the circular staircase.
The shot fired, your nephew and Bailey left the house at once,
going toward the automobile house. They left by the lower road,
which prevented them being heard, and when you and Miss Gertrude
got down-stairs everything was quiet."
"But--Gertrude's story," I stammered.
"Miss Gertrude only brought forward her explanation the following
morning. I do not believe it, Miss Innes. It is the story of a
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