| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Proposed Roads To Freedom by Bertrand Russell: which is often, directly or indirectly, influenced
by the will of the great financiers. So long as
enmity between England and Russia was desired,
our newspapers were full of the cruel treatment meted
out to Russian political prisoners, the oppression of
Finland and Russian Poland, and other such topics.
As soon as our foreign policy changed, these items
disappeared from the more important newspapers,
and we heard instead of the misdeeds of Germany.
Most men are not sufficiently critical to be on their
guard against such influences, and until they are, the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: means of employing missile weapons, than for admitting air or
light to the apartments within. A small battlement projected
over the walls on every side, and afforded farther advantage of
defence by its niched parapet, within which arose a steep roof,
flagged with grey stones. A single turret at one angle, defended
by a door studded with huge iron nails, rose above the
battlement, and gave access to the roof from within, by the
spiral staircase which it enclosed. It seemed to the party that
their motions were watched by some one concealed within this
turret; and they were confirmed in their belief when, through a
narrow loophole, a female hand was seen to wave a handkerchief,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: In early days when first we mated,
When hearts were light and cheeks were red,
And days were not with burdens freighted.
June
June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,
Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love songs in the trees,
Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush,
Changing scenes from early morning till the sunset's crimson flush.
June is here, the month of blossoms, month of roses white and red,
Wet with dew and perfume-laden, nodding wheresoe'er we tread;
Come the bees to gather honey, all the lazy afternoon;
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