| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: itself is not very clearly present to these communists; and as to
the punishment of crime in general, a great gulf of opinion divides
the natives from ourselves. Indigenous punishments were short and
sharp. Death, deportation by the primitive method of setting the
criminal to sea in a canoe, fines, and in Samoa itself the penalty
of publicly biting a hot, ill-smelling root, comparable to a rough
forfeit in a children's game - these are approved. The offender is
killed, or punished and forgiven. We, on the other hand, harbour
malice for a period of years: continuous shame attaches to the
criminal; even when he is doing his best - even when he is
submitting to the worst form of torture, regular work - he is to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Kissing Dejah Thoris a dozen times and commanding Woola,
who would have followed me, to remain and guard her,
I bounded with my old agility and strength to the high
ramparts of the palace, and in another moment I was headed
toward the goal of the hopes of all Barsoom.
I had to fly low to get sufficient air to breathe, but I took
a straight course across an old sea bottom and so had to rise
only a few feet above the ground.
I traveled with awful velocity for my errand was a race
against time with death. The face of Dejah Thoris hung
always before me. As I turned for a last look as I left
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso: And proffereth heaps of love's enticing treasure:
But as the falcon newly gorged endureth
Her keeper lure her oft, but comes at leisure;
So he, whom fulness of delight assureth
What long repentance comes of love's short pleasure,
Her crafts, her arts, herself and all despiseth,
So base affections fall, when virtue riseth.
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And not one foot his steadfast foot was moved
Out of that heavenly path, wherein he paced,
Yet thousand wiles and thousand ways she proved,
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