| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: the inevitable tendency, both in commerce and agriculture, to employ
one large capital, where several small ones would have been employed
a century ago. The large manufactory, the large shop, the large
estate, the large farm, swallows up the small ones. The yeoman, the
thrifty squatter who could work at two or three trades as well as
till his patch of moor, the hand-loom weaver, the skilled village
craftsman, have all but disappeared. The handworker, finding it
more and more difficult to invest his savings, has been more and
more tempted to squander them. To rise to the dignity of a
capitalist, however small, was growing impossible to him, till the
rise of that co-operative movement, which will do more than any
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: hoped they would "go against the world--the horrid world which had
crushed poor papa."
Fyne called upon me to admit that this was pretty cool--considering.
And there was another thing, too. It seems that for the last six
months (she had been assisting two ladies who kept a kindergarten
school in Bayswater--a mere pittance), Flora had insisted on
devoting all her spare time to the study of the trial. She had been
looking up files of old newspapers, and working herself up into a
state of indignation with what she called the injustice and the
hypocrisy of the prosecution. Her father, Fyne reminded me, had
made some palpable hits in his answers in Court, and she had
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: and when Gluck sat down at the window, he saw the rocks of the
mountain tops, all crimson and purple with the sunset; and there
were bright tongues of fiery cloud burning and quivering about them;
and the river, brighter than all, fell, in a waving column of pure
gold, from precipice to precipice, with the double arch of a broad
purple rainbow stretched across it, flushing and fading alternately
in the wreaths of spray.
"Ah!" said Gluck aloud, after he had looked at it for a
little while, "if that river were really all gold, what a nice
thing it would be."
"No, it wouldn't, Gluck," said a clear, metallic voice close
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