| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: will remember her burrow, her pit of a bottle-neck's width, dug in
the pebbly soil beloved by the lavender and the thyme. The mouth
is rimmed by a bastion of gravel and bits of wood cemented with
silk. There is nothing else around her dwelling: no web, no
snares of any kind.
From her inch-high turret, the Lycosa lies in wait for the passing
Locust. She gives a bound, pursues the prey and suddenly deprives
it of motion with a bite in the neck. The game is consumed on the
spot, or else in the lair; the insect's tough hide arouses no
disgust. The sturdy huntress is not a drinker of blood, like the
Epeira; she needs solid food, food that crackles between the jaws.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: There is, besides, a character, Jim Pinkerton, of the advertising
American, on whom we build a good deal; and some sketches of the
American merchant marine, opium smuggling in Honolulu, etc. It
should run to (about) three hundred pages of my MS. I would like
to know if this tale smiles upon you, if you will have a vacancy,
and what you will be willing to pay. It will of course be
copyright in both the States and England. I am a little anxious to
have it tried serially, as it tests the interest of the mystery.
PLEASURE. - We have had a fine time in the Gilbert group, though
four months on low islands, which involves low diet, is a largish
order; and my wife is rather down. I am myself, up to now, a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: "We mout as well go down to Uncle Ziah's," decided
Ransie, "and spend the night." He climbed into the
cart on one side, and Ariela climbed in on the other.
Obeying the flap of his rope, the little red bull slowly
came around on a tack, and the cart crawled away in the
nimbus arising from its wheels.
Justice-of-the-peace Benaja Widdup smoked his elder-
stem pipe. Late in the afternoon he got his weekly paper,
and read it until the twilight dimmed its lines. Then
he lit the tallow candle on his table, and read until the
moon rose, marking the time for supper. He lived in
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