| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: company. Friends, dependents, followers,--none were there. His
fawning secretary had played the traitor; and he whose weakness had
been goaded and urged on by so many for their own purposes, was
desolate and alone.
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Me Dennis, having been made prisoner late in the evening, was
removed to a neighbouring round-house for that night, and carried
before a justice for examination on the next day, Saturday. The
charges against him being numerous and weighty, and it being in
particular proved, by the testimony of Gabriel Varden, that he had
shown a special desire to take his life, he was committed for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: "Yes, science. My young brother--oh, he's a clever one--he
says such things! He says that it's science that they won't
always go on like this. There's more sense coming into the world
and more--my young brother says so. Says it stands to reason;
it's Evolution. It's science that men are all brothers; you can
prove it. It's science that there oughtn't to be war. Science is
ending war now by making it horrible like this, and making it so
that no one is safe. Showing it up. Only when nobody is safe will
everybody want to set up peace, he says. He says it's proved
there could easily be peace all over the world now if it wasn't
for flags and kings and capitalists and priests. They still
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: "My father's a parson in Norfolk. Do you see me before a judge
and jury on that charge? For myself I can't see the necessity.
There are fellows that an angel from heaven--And I am not that.
He was one of those creatures that are just simmering
all the time with a silly sort of wickedness.
Miserable devils that have no business to live at all.
He wouldn't do his duty and wouldn't let anybody else do theirs.
But what's the good of talking! You know well enough the sort
of ill-conditioned snarling cur--"
He appealed to me as if our experiences had been as identical as our clothes.
And I knew well enough the pestiferous danger of such a character where there
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