| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: subsecuti hostibus adpropinquaverunt.
Pugnatum est ab utrisque acriter. Nostri tamen, quod neque ordines
servare neque firmiter insistere neque signa subsequi poterant atque alius
alia ex navi quibuscumque signis occurrerat se adgregabat, magnopere
perturbabantur; hostes vero, notis omnibus vadii, ubi ex litore aliquos
singulares ex navi egredientes conspexerant, incitatis equis impeditos
adoriebantur, plures paucos circumsistebant, alii ab latere aperto in
universos tela coiciebant. Quod cum animadvertisset Caesar, scaphas
longarum navium, item speculatoria navigia militibus compleri iussit, et
quos laborantes conspexerat, his subsidia submittebat. Nostri, simul in
arido constiterunt, suis omnibus consecutis, in hostes impetum fecerunt
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: At the same time the fireman, whom I could also see below me,
sat down abruptly before his furnace and ducked his head.
I was amazed. Then I had to look at the river mighty quick,
because there was a snag in the fairway. Sticks, little sticks,
were flying about--thick: they were whizzing before my nose,
dropping below me, striking behind me against my pilot-house.
All this time the river, the shore, the woods, were very quiet--
perfectly quiet. I could only hear the heavy splashing
thump of the stern-wheel and the patter of these things.
We cleared the snag clumsily. Arrows, by Jove!
We were being shot at! I stepped in quickly to close
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: (I thought I could have died to save it) near'd,
Touch'd, clink'd, and clash'd, and vanish'd, and I woke,
I heard the clash so clearly. Now I see
My dream was Life; the woman honest Work;
And my poor venture but a fleet of glass
Wreck'd on a reef of visionary gold.'
`Nay,' said the kindly wife to comfort him,
`You raised your arm, you tumbled down and broke
The glass with little Margaret's medicine it it;
And, breaking that, you made and broke your dream:
A trifle makes a dream, a trifle breaks.'
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