| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: you. It is a mighty sour pill for us all, my friend - even the
modestest of us, let alone the other kind, that think they are
going to be received like a long-lost government bond, and hug
Abraham into the bargain. I haven't asked you any of the
particulars, Captain, but I judge it goes without saying - if my
experience is worth anything - that there wasn't much of a hooraw
made over you when you arrived - now was there?"
"Don't mention it, Sandy," says I, coloring up a little; "I
wouldn't have had the family see it for any amount you are a mind
to name. Change the subject, Sandy, change the subject."
"Well, do you think of settling in the California department of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: in this country, where we have only seven per cent of the
population, the Catholic church is so much feared? She is loved
by all her children and feared by everybody. Why is it that the
Pope has such tremendous power? Why, the Pope is the ruler of the
world. All the emperors, all the kings, all the princes, all the
presidents of the world, are as these altar boys of mine. The
Pope is the ruler of the world.
You recall what I said at the outset about Power; the ability to
control the lives of other men, to give laws and moral codes, to
shape fashions and tastes, to be revered and regarded. Here is a
man swollen to bursting with this Power. Dressed in his holy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: curiously observe under another name; and because the noises in
the hills had sounded, and all the dogs of the countryside had
barked persistently, throughout the night before. Less worthy
of notice was the fact that the mother was one of the decadent
Whateleys, a somewhat deformed, unattractive albino woman of thirty-five,
living with an aged and half-insane father about whom the most
frightful tales of wizardry had been whispered in his youth. Lavinia
Whateley had no known husband, but according to the custom of
the region made no attempt to disavow the child; concerning the
other side of whose ancestry the country folk might - and did
- speculate as widely as they chose. On the contrary, she seemed
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