| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Proposed Roads To Freedom by Bertrand Russell: monopoly;'' and again, ``Centralization of the
means of communication and transport in the hands
of the State.'' But the Manifesto goes on to say:
When, in the course of development, class distinctions
have disappeared, and all production has been concentrated
in the hands of a vast association of the whole
nation, the public power will lose its political character.
Political power, properly so called, is merely the organised
power of one class for oppressing another. If the
proletariat during its contest with the bourgeoisie is
compelled, by the force of circumstances, to organize
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: where it came from, but as I saw no Zulu shoot, I think it must
have been one fired by a soldier who was still fighting on the
slopes of the mount. The effect of it was to make the poor beast
quite ungovernable. Round she wheeled and galloped at headlong
speed back towards the peak, leaping over dead and dying and
breaking through the living as she went. In two minutes we were
rushing up its northern flank, which seemed to be quite
untenanted, towards the sheer brown cliff which rose above it,
for the fighting was in progress on the other side. Suddenly at
the foot of this cliff the mare stopped, shivered and sank down
dead, probably from internal bleeding.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: "If you will not swear, kill us now together!" cried the countess,
falling on her knees and pressing her child to her breast.
"Rise, madame. I give you my word as a man of honor to do nothing
against the life of that cursed child, provided he lives among the
rocks between the sea and the house, and never crosses my path. I will
give him that fisherman's house down there for his dwelling, and the
beach for a domain. But woe betide him if I ever find him beyond those
limits."
The countess began to weep.
"Look at him!" she said. "He is your son."
"Madame!"
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