| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: and in the most delightful society, the fine pictures and noble
apartments of Stafford House again.
. . . On Tuesday Mr. Hallam took us to the British Museum, and being
a director, he could enter on a private day, when we were not
annoyed by a crowd, and, moreover, we had the advantage of the best
interpreters and guides. We did not even enter the library, which
requires a day by itself, but confined ourselves to the Antiquity
rooms. . . . As I entered the room devoted to the Elgin marbles, the
works of the "divine Phidias," I stepped with awe, as if entering a
temple, and the Secretary, who was by my side, observing it, told me
that the Grand Duke Constantine, when he came a few days before,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx: But with the development of industry the proletariat not only
increases in number; it becomes concentrated in greater masses,
its strength grows, and it feels that strength more. The various
interests and conditions of life within the ranks of the
proletariat are more and more equalised, in proportion as
machinery obliterates all distinctions of labour, and nearly
everywhere reduces wages to the same low level. The growing
competition among the bourgeois, and the resulting commercial
crises, make the wages of the workers ever more fluctuating. The
unceasing improvement of machinery, ever more rapidly developing,
makes their livelihood more and more precarious; the collisions
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: fact, especially much older men than you. I will try to
relieve you from it, and this night. You shall see for
yourself into exactly what predicament you have fallen,
and how you shall, possibly, be extricated. There is no
evidence so credible as that of the eyesight."
Father Rogan moved about the room, and donned a
soft black hat. Buttoning his coat to his throat, he
laid his hand on the doorknob. "Let us walk,"
he said.
The two went out upon the street. The priest turned
his face down it, and Lorison walked with him through a
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