| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Criminal Sociology by Enrico Ferri: Correctional Tribunals. That is, more than a million terms in the
minor courts within ten years!
And the total number sentenced in Italy to various punishments, by
Pretors, Tribunals, and Assize Courts, in the same ten years, was
not less than 3,230,000.
As for recidivism, without repeating the familiar figures of its
annual increase, it will suffice to recall the astounding fact to
which I drew attention before the central Commission of Legal
Judicial Statistics. That is to say, amongst the prisoners
condemned in 1887 for simple homicide, there were 224 who had been
already condemned, either _*for the same crime_ (63), or for a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: begin?"
"It is arranged capitally; his eminence expects me in half
an hour."
"Good."
"My friend," said D'Artagnan, turning to the servant, "tell
his eminence that in half an hour I shall be at his
command."
"It is very fortunate," resumed the Gascon, when the valet
had retired, "that he did not meet the other one."
"Do you not think that they have sent for you, both for the
same thing?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: asked-to be shown to a hotel. He said there wasn't any that
would accommodate married women. He grasped my hand--looked for
a wedding-ring. Then I saw he was--he was intoxicated. He told
me he would go for a hotel porter. But he came back with a
padre--Padre Marcos. The poor priest was--terribly frightened.
So was I. Stewart had turned into a devil. He fired his gun at
the padre's feet. He pushed me into a bench. Again he shot--
right before my face. I--I nearly fainted. But I heard him
cursing the padre--heard the padre praying or chanting--I didn't
know what. Stewart tried to make me say things in Spanish. All
at once he asked my name. I told him. He jerked at my veil. I
The Light of Western Stars |
