| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: But all the same he was just going to jump out of the boat when a
faint ripple on the immensity of silence, a mere tremor in the air,
the ghost of a silvery laugh, reached his ears.
"Illusion!
"He kept very still. He had no difficulty now in emulating the
stillness of the mouse - a grimly determined mouse. But he could
not shake off that premonition of evil unrelated to the mere danger
of the situation. Nothing happened. It had been an illusion!
"A curiosity came to him to learn how they would go to work. He
wondered and wondered, till the whole thing seemed more absurd than
ever.
Within the Tides |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels and Researches in South Africa by Dr. David Livingstone: formerly alight@mercury.interpath.net). To assure a high quality text,
the original was typed in (manually) twice and electronically compared.
[Note on text: Italicized words or phrases are CAPITALIZED.
Some obvious errors have been corrected.]
Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa.
Also called, Travels and Researches in South Africa;
or, Journeys and Researches in South Africa.
By David Livingstone [British (Scot) Missionary and Explorer--1813-1873.]
David Livingstone was born in Scotland, received his medical degree
from the University of Glasgow, and was sent to South Africa
by the London Missionary Society. Circumstances led him to try to meet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his descending floods.
It may be, too, that in this season rains
Are more abundant at its fountain head,
Because the Etesian blasts of those northwinds
Then urge all clouds into those inland parts.
And, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty mountain sides,
They're massed and powerfully pressed. Again,
Of The Nature of Things |
