| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome: belong to the central economic organ of the State. The next
stage was when the management of a workshop was given a
so called "collegiate" character, the workmen appointing
representatives to share the responsibility of the "bourgeois
specialist." The bitter controversy now going on
concerns the seemingly inevitable transition to a later stage in
which, for all practical purposes, the bourgeois specialist will
be responsible solely to the State. Many Communists,
including some of the best known, while recognizing the
need of greater efficiency if the revolution is to survive at all,
regard this step as definitely retrograde and likely in the long
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: accurate than it was once.
Into this place the hoofprints disappeared. Not many cabins were
yet built there; but the unknown rider of the horse knew well
that he would find shelter and welcome among the felons of his
stripe. Law and order might guess his name correctly, but there
was no next step, for lack of evidence; and he would wait,
whoever he was, until the rage of popular justice, which had been
pursuing him and his brother thieves, should subside. Then,
feeling his way gradually with prudence, he would let himself be
seen again.
And now, as mysteriously as he had melted away, rumor passed over
The Virginian |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: The usual upheaval of the tables and chairs had taken place.
Crockery was strewn broadcast in fragments. The stove had been
disturbed on its legs, and now leaned idiotically to one side.
A pail had been upset and water spread in all directions.
The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, Gawd," he observed.
He walked over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. "Ah, what
deh hell, Mag? Come ahn and we'll have a hell of a time."
The mother in the corner upreared her head and shook her
tangled locks.
"Teh hell wid him and you," she said, glowering at her
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
