| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Coude as she leaned forward upon the back seat of the machine.
He bowed very low in response to her friendly greeting.
When he straightened up the machine had borne her away.
"Rokoff and the Countess de Coude both in the same
evening," he soliloquized; "Paris is not so large, after all."
Chapter 4
The Countess Explains
"Your Paris is more dangerous than my savage jungles,
Paul," concluded Tarzan, after narrating his adventures
to his friend the morning following his encounter with
the apaches and police in the Rue Maule. "Why did they
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy: our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war
have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge
of support. . .to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for
invective. . .to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak. . .
and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.
Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversaries,
we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew
the quest for peace; before the dark powers of destruction unleashed
by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.
We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient
beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: straight avenue of the road in front of us took my eyes down its quiet
vista, until they were fixed suddenly by an alien object, a growing dot,
accompanied by dust, whence came the small, distorted honks of an
automobile. These fat, importunate sounds redoubled as the machine rushed
toward the bridge, growing up to its full staring, brazen dimensions. Six
or seven figures sat in it, all of the same dusty, shrouded likeness,
their big glass eyes and their masked mouths suggesting some fabled,
unearthly race, a family of replete and bilious ogres; so that as they
flew honking by us I called out to John:--
"Behold the yellow rich!" and then remembered that his Hortense probably
sat among them.
The honks redoubled, and we turned to see that the drawbridge had no
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