|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 2 by Alexis de Toqueville:
changed whilst former belief has remained unshaken. Christianity
has therefore retained a strong hold on the public mind in
America; and, I would more particularly remark, that its sway is
not only that of a philosophical doctrine which has been adopted
upon inquiry, but of a religion which is believed without
discussion. In the United States Christian sects are infinitely
diversified and perpetually modified; but Christianity itself is
a fact so irresistibly established, that no one undertakes either
to attack or to defend it. The Americans, having admitted the
principal doctrines of the Christian religion without inquiry,
are obliged to accept in like manner a great number of moral
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris:
bicycle spun silently past. An officer came from his front gate,
his coat unbuttoned and a briar in his teeth. The walks and roads
were flanked with lines of black-painted cannon-balls; inverted
pieces of abandoned ordnance stood at corners. From a distance
came the mellow snarling of a bugle.
Blix and Condy had planned a long walk for that day. They were to
go out through the Presidio Reservation, past the barracks and
officers' quarters, and on to the old fort at the Golden Gate.
Here they would turn and follow the shore-line for a way, then
strike inland across the hills for a short half-mile, and regain
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry:
and I'd go about feeling like a deckle-edge edition de luxe of Mrs. E.
D. E. N. Southworth.'
"'On what special subject of the theorems and topics does your desire
for vocality seem to be connected with?' I asks.
"'I ain't particular,' says Andy. 'I am equally good and varicose on
all subjects. I can take up the matter of Russian immigration, or the
poetry of John W. Keats, or the tariff, or Kabyle literature, or
drainage, and make my audience weep, cry, sob and shed tears by
"'Well, Andy,' says I, 'if you are bound to get rid of this
accumulation of vernacular suppose you go out in town and work it on