| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: I treated him as well as I knew how; placed him in a small box with the choice
of three sorts of old paper to eat, and very seldom disturbed him.
He evidently resented his confinement, ate very little, moved very little,
and changed in appearance very little, even when dead. This Greek worm,
filled with Hebrew lore, differed in many respects from any other I
have seen. He was longer, thinner, and more delicate looking than any
of his English congeners. He was transparent, like thin ivory, and had
a dark line through his body, which I took to be the intestinal canal.
He resigned his life with extreme procrastination, and died "deeply lamented"
by his keeper, who had long looked forward to his final development.
The difficulty of breeding these worms is probably due to their formation.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: downright fighting, wherein Octavius prevailing, drove Cinna out of
the city for attempting despotic government, and made Cornelius
Merula consul in his stead; while Cinna, raising forces in other
parts of Italy, carried the war against them. As soon as Marius
heard of this, he resolved, with all expedition, to put to sea again,
and taking with him from Africa some Mauritanian horse, and a few of
the refugees out of Italy, all together not above one thousand, he,
with this handful, began his voyage. Arriving at Telamon, in
Etruria, and coming ashore, he proclaimed freedom for the slaves; and
many of the countrymen, also, and shepherds thereabouts, who were
already freemen, at the hearing his name flocked to him to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: fourth charge, when, instead of striking at me with his knife,
he dropped that weapon, and seizing my sword blade in both
his hands wrenched the weapon from my grasp as easily as
from a babe.
Flinging it far to one side he stood motionless for just
an instant glaring into my face with such a horrid leer
of malignant triumph as to almost unnerve me--then he
sprang for me with his bare hands. But it was Jubal's
day to learn new methods of warfare. For the first time
he had seen a bow and arrows, never before that duel
had he beheld a sword, and now he learned what a man
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