| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Crisis in Russia by Arthur Ransome: And it gives directives to the local committees, 'Send
Communists to the front.' The case is precisely the same
with the Agrarian question, with that of supply, and with all
other questions whatsoever."
No one denies these facts, but their mere statement is quite
inadequate to explain what is being done in Russia and how
it is being done. I do not think it would be a waste of time
to set down as briefly as possible, without the comments of
praise or blame that would be inevitable from one primarily
interested in the problem from the Capitalist or Communist
point of view what, from observation and inquiry, I believe
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: inland among bush and marsh, facing the forts of the Tamaseses.
The warriors lay as yet inactive behind trees; but all the young
boys and harlots of Apia toiled in the front upon a trench, digging
with knives and cocoa-shells; and a continuous stream of children
brought them water. The young sappers worked crouching; from the
outside only an occasional head, or a hand emptying a shell of
earth, was visible; and their enemies looked on inert from the line
of the opposing forts. The lists were not yet prepared, the
tournament was not yet open; and the attacking force was suffered
to throw up works under the silent guns of the defence. But there
is an end even to the delay of islanders. As the white men stood
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: or other near us that it seemed impossible to exorcise.
We went for a walk on the Sunday afternoon with old Fortescue, K.
C., who'd come up to see his two daughters, both great friends of
Isabel's, and some mute inglorious don whose name I forget, but who
was in a state of marked admiration for her. The six of us played a
game of conversational entanglements throughout, and mostly I was
impressing the Fortescue girls with the want of mental concentration
possible in a rising politician. We went down Carfex, I remember,
to Folly Bridge, and inspected the Barges, and then back by way of
Merton to the Botanic Gardens and Magdalen Bridge. And in the
Botanic Gardens she got almost her only chance with me.
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