| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: children. The order of deportation had been made and the family
had been put aboard a ship about to sail. I learned that the
children were healthy and right-minded; the mother was of honest
working stock with a faith in God and not in anarchy. I had been
one of such a family entering this port forty years ago. Little
did I dream then that I would ever be a member of a President's
Cabinet with power to wipe away this woman's tears and turn her
heart's sorrowing into a song of joy. I wrote the order of
admission, and the family was taken from the departing ship just
before it sailed. I told the mother that the baby in her arms
might be secretary of labor forty years hence.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: "I was tired of vulgarity," returned Maskull laconically. He
intentionally avoided mentioning his fellow voyagers, in order that
Krag's name should not come to light.
"That's an honourable motive," said Panawe. "And what's more, it may
be true, though you spoke it as a prevarication."
"As far as it goes, it's quite true," said Maskull, staring at him
with annoyance and surprise.
The swampy lake extended for about half a mile from where they were
standing to the lower buttresses of the mountain. Feathery purple
reeds showed themselves here and there through the shallows. The
water was dark green. Maskull did not see how they were going to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: lose out. Better go back across the Pecos where the rustlers
ain't so strong. I haven't had more'n twenty-five hundred herd
of stock for ten years. The rustlers let me hang on to a
breedin' herd. Kind of them, ain't it?"
"Sort of kind. All I hear is rustlers, Morton," replied Duane,
with impatience. "You see, I haven't ever lived long in a
rustler-run county. Who heads the gang, anyway?"
Morton looked at Duane with a curiously amused smile, then
snapped his big jaw as if to shut in impulsive words.
"Look here, Morton. It stands to reason, no matter how strong
these rustlers are, how hidden their work, however involved
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