| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome: thus far from Moscow.
I have had an opportunity of seeing two of the propaganda
trains, the object of which is to reduce the size of Russia
politically by bringing Moscow to the front and to the out of
the way districts, and so to lessen the difficulty of obtaining
that general unity of purpose which it is the object of
propaganda to produce. The fact that there is some hope
that in the near future the whole of this apparatus may be
turned over to the propaganda of industry makes it perhaps
worth while to describe these trains in detail.
Russia, for purposes of this internal propaganda, is divided
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: question, and Grieg and Chopin as the composers named. Her
interest was incredibly aroused. She had expected the West and
its products to exhilarate her, but she had not looked to find so
finished a Mephisto among its vaunted "bad men." He was probably
overrated; considered a wonder because his accomplishments
outstepped those of the range. But Helen Messiter had quite
determined on one thing. She was going to meet this redoubtable
villain and make up her mind for herself. Already, before she had
been in Wyoming six hours, this emancipated young woman had
decided on that.
CHAPTER 3. AN INVITATION GIVEN AND ACCEPTED
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: joined Taylor. Maniac delight seized me, and I, too, rushed about with
them, helping the din.
"Oh, Mr. Taylor!" said a voice. "I didn't think it of you." It was Molly
Wood, come from her cabin, very pretty in a hood-and-cloak arrangement.
She stood by the fence, laughing, but more at us than with us.
"Stop, friends!" said Taylor, gasping. "She teaches my Bobbie his A B C.
I'd hate to have Bobbie--"
"Speak to your papa," said Molly, and held her scholar up on the fence.
"Well, I'll be gol-darned," said Taylor, surveying his costume, "if Lin
McLean hasn't made a fool of me to-night!"
"Where has Tommy got?" said Mrs. Taylor.
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