| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift: and to fatten them would not answer the charge. Then as to the
females, it would, I think, with humble submission, be a loss to
the publick, because they soon would become breeders themselves:
And besides, it is not improbable that some scrupulous people
might be apt to censure such a practice, (although indeed very
unjustly) as a little bordering upon cruelty, which, I confess,
hath always been with me the strongest objection against any
project, how well soever intended.
But in order to justify my friend, he confessed, that this
expedient was put into his head by the famous Salmanaazor, a
native of the island Formosa, who came from thence to London,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: will need not merely enthusiasm and radical fervor, but wisdom
and judgment and hard study.
It is our fundamental demand that society shall cease to repeat
over and over the blunders of the past, the blunders of tyranny
and slavery, of luxury and poverty, which wrecked the ancient
societies; and surely it is a poor way to begin by repeating in
our own persons the most ancient blunders of the moral life. To
light the fires of lust in our hearts, and let them smoulder
there, and imagine we are trying new experiments in psychology!
Who does not know the radical woman who demonstrates her
emancipation from convention by destroying her nerves with
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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: scornful words, "You might have saved me a hell of a lot of
trouble!" What trouble? She felt again the cold shock of
contact with the gun she had dropped in horror. He meant the
trouble of getting himself shot in the only way a man could seek
death without cowardice. But had he any other motive? She
recalled Don Carlos and his guerrillas. Then the thought leaped
up in her mind with gripping power that Stewart meant to hunt Don
Carlos, to meet him, to kill him. It would be the deed of a
silent, vengeful, implacable man driven by wild justice such as
had been the deadly leaven in Monty Price. It was a deed to
expect of Nels or Nick Steel--and, aye, of Gene Stewart.
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