| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: she began: "He came here on the first of November and rented this
room for himself. But he was here only twice before he brought the
lady and left her alone here. She was very ill when he brought her
here - so ill that he had to carry her upstairs. I wanted to go
for a doctor, but he said he was a doctor himself, and that he could
take care of his wife, who often had such attacks. He gave me some
medicine for her after I had put her to bed. I gave her the drops,
but it was a long while before she came to herself again.
"Then he told me that she had lost her mind, and that she believed
everybody was trying to harm her. She was so bad that he was taking
her to an asylum. But he hadn't found quite the right place yet,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Common Sense by Thomas Paine: was a Frenchman, and half the Peers of England are descendants
from the same country; therefore, by the same method of reasoning,
England ought to be governed by France.
Much hath been said of the united strength of Britain and the colonies,
that in conjunction they might bid defiance to the world. But this
is mere presumption; the fate of war is uncertain, neither do
the expressions mean any thing; for this continent would never suffer
itself to be drained of inhabitants, to support the British arms
in either Asia, Africa, or Europe.
Besides what have we to do with setting the world at defiance?
Our plan is commerce, and that, well attended to, will secure us
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: Standard") . . .
[TO THE STANDARD]
. . . and the bands responded with "When we were marching through
Georgia." Straightway she sounded "boots and saddles," that
thrilling and most expediting call. . . .
[BOOTS AND SADDLES]
and the bands could hardly hold in for the final note; then they
turned their whole strength loose on "Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys
are marching," and everybody's excitement rose to blood-heat.
Now an impressive pause - then the bugle sang "TAPS" -
translatable, this time, into "Good-bye, and God keep us all!" for
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