| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: breath. If they can catch the fleeing soul when it leaves the
body, they instantly flutter away chittering in daemoniac laughter;
but if they fail, they subside gradually into a disappointed silence.
These tales, of course, are obsolete and ridiculous; because
they come down from very old times. Dunwich is indeed ridiculously
old - older by far than any of the communities within thirty miles
of it. South of the village one may still spy the cellar walls
and chimney of the ancient Bishop house, which was built before
1700; whilst the ruins of the mill at the falls, built in 1806,
form the most modern piece of architecture to be seen. Industry
did not flourish here, and the nineteenth-century factory movement
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: It was then he devoted himself to the search for new veins
in all the Aberfoyle pits, which communicated underground
one with another. He had had the good luck to
discover several during the last period of the working.
His miner's instinct assisted him marvelously, and the engineer,
James Starr, appreciated him highly. It might be said that
he divined the course of seams in the depths of the coal mine
as a hydroscope reveals springs in the bowels of the earth.
He was par excellence the type of a miner whose whole
existence is indissolubly connected with that of his mine.
He had lived there from his birth, and now that the works
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: who had a meadow which was skirted on one side by the railway.
Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turned in among them.
I shall never forget the first train that ran by. I was feeding quietly
near the pales which separated the meadow from the railway,
when I heard a strange sound at a distance, and before I knew whence it came
-- with a rush and a clatter, and a puffing out of smoke --
a long black train of something flew by, and was gone almost before I could
draw my breath. I turned and galloped to the further side of the meadow
as fast as I could go, and there I stood snorting with astonishment and fear.
In the course of the day many other trains went by, some more slowly;
these drew up at the station close by, and sometimes made
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