| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: a people really grown up. How he practises a wholesale system of
adoption sufficient of itself to destroy any surviving regard for
the ego his other relations might have left. How in his daily life
he gives the minimum of thought to the bettering himself in any
worldly sense, and the maximum of polite consideration to his
neighbor. How, in short, he acts toward himself as much as possible
as if he were another, and to that other as if he were himself.
Then, not content with standing stranger like upon the threshold,
we have sought to see the soul of their civilization in its intrinsic
manifestations. We have pushed our inquiry, as it were, one step
nearer its home. And the same trait that was apparent
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: for runs, but no runs were scored for several
innings. Hopes were raised to the highest pitch
only to be dashed astonishingly away. The crowd
in the grand stand swayed to every pitched ball;
the bleachers tossed like surf in a storm.
To start the eighth, Stranathan of New York
tripled along the left foul line. Thunder burst
from the fans and rolled swellingly around the
field. Before the hoarse yelling, the shrill
hooting, the hollow stamping had ceased Stranathan
made home on an infield hit. Then bedlam broke
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: we had recourse to our reckonings, in which we all agreed that
there could be no land that way in which the fire showed itself,
no, not for five hundred leagues, for it appeared at WNW. Upon
this, we concluded it must be some ship on fire at sea; and as, by
our hearing the noise of guns just before, we concluded that it
could not be far off, we stood directly towards it, and were
presently satisfied we should discover it, because the further we
sailed, the greater the light appeared; though, the weather being
hazy, we could not perceive anything but the light for a while. In
about half-an-hour's sailing, the wind being fair for us, though
not much of it, and the weather clearing up a little, we could
Robinson Crusoe |
