| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy: Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to negotiate.
Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring
those problems which divide us. Let both sides, for the first time,
formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and
control of arms. . .and bring the absolute power to destroy
other nations under the absolute control of all nations.
Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead
of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the
deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage
the arts and commerce. Let both sides unite to heed in all corners
of the earth the command of Isaiah. . .to "undo the heavy burdens. . .
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: It isn't the poetry that scares her--or me either. We both want
to do all we can to help along the poetic drama--we believe the
public's ready for it, and we're willing to take a big financial
risk in order to be the first to give them what they want. BUT
WE DON'T BELIEVE THEY COULD BE MADE TO WANT THIS. The fact is,
there isn't enough drama in your play to the allowance of poetry--
the thing drags all through. You've got a big idea, but it's
not out of swaddling clothes.
"If this was your first play I'd say: TRY AGAIN. But it has been
just the same with all the others you've shown me. And you
remember the result of 'The Lee Shore,' where you carried all the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: and his flesh creep. At length even that yell ceased. The watch-dogs quieted
down and the perfect stillness which ensued could almost be felt. Through
Isaac's mind ran over and over again the same words. His last night to live!
His last night to live! He forced himself to think of other things. He lay
there in the darkness of his tent, but he was far away in thought, far away in
the past with his mother and brothers before they had come to this
bloodthirsty country. His thoughts wandered to the days of his boyhood when he
used to drive the sows to the pasture on the hillside, and in his dreamy,
disordered fancy he was once more letting down the bars of the gate. Then he
was wading in the brook and whacking the green frogs with his stick. Old
playmates' faces, forgotten for years, were there looking at him from the dark
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