| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx: with the status of women as mere instruments of production.
For the rest, nothing is more ridiculous than the
virtuous indignation of our bourgeois at the community of women
which, they pretend, is to be openly and officially established
by the Communists. The Communists have no need to introduce
community of women; it has existed almost from time immemorial.
Our bourgeois, not content with having the wives and daughters of
their
proletarians at their disposal, not to speak of common
prostitutes,
take the greatest pleasure in seducing each other's wives.
The Communist Manifesto |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: I showed him how unfortunate a time it was to divert this money
from its destination; and how, by so doing, we must lose the profit
of our past economies, and plunge back the estate into the mire. I
even took the liberty to plead with him; and when he still opposed
me with a shake of the head and a bitter dogged smile, my zeal
quite carried me beyond my place. "This is midsummer madness,"
cried I; "and I for one will be no party to it."
"You speak as though I did it for my pleasure," says he. "But I
have a child now; and, besides, I love order; and to say the honest
truth, Mackellar, I had begun to take a pride in the estates." He
gloomed for a moment. "But what would you have?" he went on.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: or sage. There is a moment of dumb dismay, and the wanderings must
begin again; the painful explaining away of facts, the feverish raking
up of illusions, the cultivation of a fresh crop of lies in the sweat
of one's brow, to sustain life, to make it supportable, to make it
fair, so as to hand intact to another generation of blind wanderers
the charming legend of a heartless country, of a promised land, all
flowers and blessings . . .
He came to himself with a slight start, and became aware of an
oppressive, crushing desolation. It was only a feeling, it is true,
but it produced on him a physical effect, as though his chest had been
squeezed in a vice. He perceived himself so extremely forlorn and
Tales of Unrest |
