| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: hand, and left their mark upon it in a host of memoirs and letters that
we read to-day with a starved and home-sick longing in the midst of our
sullen welter of democracy. With its silent houses and gardens, its
silent streets, its silent vistas of the blue water in the sunshine, this
beautiful, sad place was winning my heart and making it ache. Nowhere
else in America such charm, such character, such true elegance as here--
and nowhere else such an overwhelming sense of finality!--the doom of a
civilization founded upon a crime. And yet, how much has the ballot done
for that race? Or, at least, how much has the ballot done for the
majority of that race? And what way was it to meet this problem with the
sudden sweeping folly of the Fifteenth Amendment? To fling the "door of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: packing."
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As Miss Grammont and Sir Richmond Hardy fulfilled the details
of his excellent programme and revised their impressions of
the past and their ideas about the future in the springtime
sunlight of Wiltshire and Somerset, with Miss Seyffert acting
the part of an almost ostentatiously discreet chorus, it was
inevitable that their conversation should become, by
imperceptible gradations, more personal and intimate. They
kept up the pose, which was supposed to represent Dr.
Martineau's philosophy, of being Man and Woman on their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: out the house that each philosopher and poet lived in thousands
of years ago. "Where are the houses," I asked the graduates,
"that you are going to live in to-morrow?" "Heaven only knows,"
they said. "We'll have to take our chances in the general
scarcity; our fate is on the knees of the gods." The luck of the
Mooseheart boy is not on the knees of the gods; it is in his own
hands.
I visited the Latin department and heard of Rome's ancient
grandeur. "The Romans," they told me, "were not philosophers, but
builders. They built concrete roads to the ends of the earth. But
their soldiers brought back malarial fever from Africa. It
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