| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: sort of faintness, an empty feeling inside his head. He would get up
because the ache in his bones was no longer bearable, and then would sit
down again almost at once because he was too dizzy to make sure of
staying on his feet. Whenever his physical sensations were a little under
control the terror returned. Sometimes with a fading hope he thought of
O'Brien and the razor blade. It was thinkable that the razor blade might
arrive concealed in his food, if he were ever fed. More dimly he thought
of Julia. Somewhere or other she was suffering perhaps far worse than he.
She might be screaming with pain at this moment. He thought: 'If I could
save Julia by doubling my own pain, would I do it? Yes, I would.' But that
was merely an intellectual decision, taken because he knew that he ought
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: him was drawing pay as a city inspector of sewers. The city inspector
of water pipes had been dead and buried for over a year, but somebody was
still drawing his pay. The city inspector of sidewalks was a barkeeper
at the War Whoop Cafe--and maybe he could make it uncomfortable for any
tradesman who did not stand in with Scully!
Even the packers were in awe of him, so the men said. It gave them
pleasure to believe this, for Scully stood as the people's man, and
boasted of it boldly when election day came. The packers had wanted
a bridge at Ashland Avenue, but they had not been able to get it till
they had seen Scully; and it was the same with "Bubbly Creek," which
the city had threatened to make the packers cover over, till Scully
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: passed through the air.
A few minutes later there was a sound of scurrying footsteps, and the
boys were seen emerging from the forest. Maskull looked with
curiosity at the first children he had seen on Tormance. The oldest
boy was carrying the youngest on his back, while the third trotted
some distance behind. The child was let down, and all the three
formed a semicircle in front of Maskull, standing staring up at him
with wide-open eyes. Polecrab looked on stolidly, but Gleameil
glanced away from them, with proudly raised head and a baffling
expression.
Maskull put the ages of the boys at about nine, seven, and five
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