| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: the thing clearly and briefly, that--Man has lived in vain."
The students glanced at one another. Had they heard aright?
Mad? Raised eyebrows and grinning lips there were, but one or two
faces remained intent upon his calm grey-fringed face. "It will be
interesting," he was saying, "to devote this morning to an
exposition, so far as I can make it clear to you, of the
calculations that have led me to this conclusion. Let us assume--"
He turned towards the blackboard, meditating a diagram in the
way that was usual to him. "What was that about 'lived in vain?'"
whispered one student to another. "Listen," said the other,
nodding towards the lecturer.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Straight Deal by Owen Wister: his flock to resist conscription, take the sacrament, and to be ready to
resist to the death; such death insuring the full benediction of God and
his Church. If the police resort to force, let the people kill the police
as they would kill any one who threatened their lives. If soldiers came
in support of the draft, let them be treated like the police. Policemen
and soldiers dying in their attempt to carry out the draft law, would die
the enemies of God, while the people who resisted them would die in peace
with God and under the benediction of his Church.
Father Lynch said in church at Ryehill: "Resist the draft by every means
in your power. Any minion of the English Government who fires upon you,
above all if he is a Catholic, commits a mortal sin and God will punish
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: her revolver as she reached up with her left hand, she caught at
the great metal shield with its encircling cluster of small arms,
and wrenched it from its fastenings. It crashed to the floor with
a din infernal that, in the night silence, went racketing through
the house like the reverberations of an explosion.
"My God, what have you done!" he cried out hoarsely.
"What I said I'd do!" she answered. She was white-faced, frightened
at her own act, fighting to maintain her nerve. "You'll go now, I
imagine!" she flung at him passionately. "You haven't much time."
"No!" he said. His composure was instantly at command again. "No,"
he repeated steadily; "not until after you have gone. I refuse
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