| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: exploitation, is the hypocrisy and knavery of the clerical
camouflage which has been organized in its behalf. Beyond all
question, the supreme irony of history is the use which has been
made of Jesus of Nazareth as the Head God of this blood-thirsty
system; it is a cruelty beyond all language, a blasphemy beyond
the power of art to express. Read the man's words, furious as
those of any modern agitator that I have heard in twenty years of
revolutionary experience: "Lay not up for yourselves treasures on
earth! --Sell that ye have and give alms!--Blessed are ye poor,
for yours is the kingdom of Heaven!--Woe unto you that are rich,
for ye have received your consolation!--Verily, I say unto you,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac: The Baron tried to pass him, Marneffe took a pistol out of his pocket
and cocked it.
"Monsieur le Baron," said he, "when a man is as vile as I am--for you
think me very vile, don't you?--he would be the meanest galley-slave
if he did not get the full benefit of his betrayed honor.--You are for
war; it will be hot work and no quarter. Come here no more, and do not
attempt to get past me. I have given the police notice of my position
with regard to you."
And taking advantage of Hulot's amazement, he pushed him out and shut
the door.
"What a low scoundrel!" said Hulot to himself, as he went upstairs to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: him and made off. It chanced that this act of prowess had not
passed unwitnessed. On a bench near by there was seated a
shopkeeper's assistant out of employ, a diminutive, cheerful,
red-headed creature by the name of Hemstead. He was the last
man to have interfered himself, for his discretion more than
equalled his valour; but he made haste to congratulate Carthew,
and to warn him he might not always be so fortunate.
"They're a dyngerous lot of people about this park. My word! it
doesn't do to ply with them!" he observed, in that RYCY
AUSTRYLIAN English, which (as it has received the
imprimatur of Mr. Froude) we should all make haste to imitate.
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