| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: his own productions.
What his future will be is too engrossing a subject, and one too
deeply shrouded in mystery, not to be constantly pictured anew.
No wonder that the consideration at that country toward which mankind
is ever being hastened should prove as absorbing to fancy as
contemplated earthly journeys proverbially are. Few people but have
laid out skeleton tours through its ideal regions, and perhaps,
as in the mapping beforehand of merely mundane travels, one element
of attraction has always consisted in the possible revision of one's
routes.
Besides, there is a fascination about the foreign merely because it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Psychology of Revolution by Gustave le Bon: the people.
While the study of great events shows us that the nominal
government of France has been frequently changed in the space of
a century, an examination of the little daily events will prove,
on the contrary, that her real government has been little
altered.
Who in truth are the real rulers of a people? Kings and
ministers, no doubt, in the great crises of national life, but
they play no part whatever in the little realities which make up
the life of every day. The real directing forces of a country
are the administrations, composed of impersonal elements which
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: the stem, and six steps had been built leading up to the front door.
They walked up to this door and looked in. Seated on a bench
was a man clothed in a spotted shirt, a red vest, and faded blue
trousers, whose body was merely sticks of wood, jointed clumsily
together. On his neck was set a round, yellow pumpkin, with a face
carved on it such as a boy often carves on a jack-lantern.
This queer man was engaged in snapping slippery pumpkin-seeds with his
wooden fingers, trying to hit a target on the other side of the room
with them. He did not know he had visitors until Dorothy exclaimed:
"Why, it's Jack Pumpkinhead himself!"
He turned and saw them, and at once came forward to greet the little
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