| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: left; the roadside trees are splintered stumps with scarcely the
spirit to put forth a leaf; a few stunted thistles and weeds are
the sole proofs that life may still go on.
The villages of this wide battle region are not ruined; they are
obliterated. It is just possible to trace the roads in them,
because the roads have been cleared and repaired for the passing
of the guns and ammunition. Fricourt is a tangle of German dug-
outs. One dug-out in particular there promises to become a show
place. It must be the masterpiece of some genius for dug-outs;
it is made as if its makers enjoyed the job; it is like the work
of some horrible badger among the vestiges of what were pleasant
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac: "He has just been arrested in Chesnel's house, where he was hiding,"
said the deputy public prosecutor, with the air of a capable but
unappreciated public servant, who ought by rights to be Minister of
Police. M. Sauvager, the deputy, was a thin, tall young man of five-
and-twenty, with a lengthy olive-hued countenance, black frizzled
hair, and deep-set eyes; the wide, dark rings beneath them were
completed by the wrinkled purple eyelids above. With a nose like the
beak of some bird of prey, a pinched mouth, and cheeks worn lean with
study and hollowed by ambition, he was the very type of a second-rate
personage on the lookout for something to turn up, and ready to do
anything if so he might get on in the world, while keeping within the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather: me. I think, myself, it is more pleasant to
do business with people who are clean and
healthy-looking," she admitted blandly.
Carl gave a little chuckle as he opened the
Shabatas' gate for her. "Oh, do you?" he
asked dryly.
There was no sign of life about the Shabatas'
house except a big yellow cat, sunning itself on
the kitchen doorstep.
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