| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift: cannot be altogether in his sentiments; for as to the males, my
American acquaintance assured me from frequent experience, that
their flesh was generally tough and lean, like that of our
school-boys, by continual exercise, and their taste disagreeable,
and to fatten them would not answer the charge. Then as to the
females, it would, I think, with humble submission, be a loss to
the publick, because they soon would become breeders themselves:
And besides, it is not improbable that some scrupulous people
might be apt to censure such a practice, (although indeed very
unjustly) as a little bordering upon cruelty, which, I confess,
hath always been with me the strongest objection against any
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: ran the fingers of his unoccupied hand through his hair and murmured
audibly, "That dog! that dog!" It was evident that some thought
had struck him with such insistence as to render him oblivious of
his surroundings. Then he finally realised where he was, and walked
on quickly to Bauer's room, his face still flushed, his hands
trembling. When he came out from the office again, he was his usual
quiet, humble self.
But the commissioner, with his now greater knowledge of the little
man's gifts and past, could not forget the incident. During the
afternoon he found himself repeating mechanically, "That dog - that
dog." But the words meant nothing to him, hard as he might try to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: out about mother. And you're not mad, and he's not, and nothing happens
at all, all the same! Won't you tell me, please?"
Jessamine's eyes were glistening, and she took him in her lap. She was
not going to tell him that he was too young this time. But whatever
things she had shaped to say to the boy were never said.
Through the noise of the gale came the steadier sound of the train, and
the girl rose quickly to preside over her ticket-office and duties behind
the railing in the front room of the station. The boy ran to the window
to watch the great event of Separ's day. The locomotive loomed out from
the yellow clots of drift, paused at the water-tank, and then with steam
and humming came slowly on by the platform. Slowly its long dust-choked
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