| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: But I must not fly too boldly in the face of Providence,
and have ordered those in the boxes to be taken into the greenhouse
for the winter, and hope the Bouquet d'Or, in a sunny place
near the glass, may be induced to open some of those buds.
The greenhouse is only used as a refuge, and kept at a temperature
just above freezing, and is reserved entirely for such plants
as cannot stand the very coldest part of the winter out of doors.
I don't use it for growing anything, because I don't love things
that will only bear the garden for three or four months in the year
and require <107> coaxing and petting for the rest of it.
Give me a garden full of strong, healthy creatures, able to stand
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: to high heaven for at least elemental justice to the monkey
people.
Often, too, we would come on concourses of the big baboons. They
certainly carried on weighty affairs of their own according to a
fixed polity. I never got well enough acquainted with them to
master the details of their government, but it was indubitably built
on patriarchal lines. When we succeeded in approaching without
being discovered, we would frequently find the old men baboons
squatting on their heels in a perfect circle, evidently
discussing matters of weight and portent. Seen from a distance,
their group so much resembled the council circles of native
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: behind, holding back, at the end of their long tow-ropes, as if
reluctant to follow so clumsy a leader. This is an accurate
description of the horse-yacht. If necessary it could be sworn to
before a notary public. But I am perfectly sure that you might
read this page through without skipping a word, and if you had
never seen the creature with your own eyes, you would have no idea
how absurd it looks and how comfortable it is.
While we were stowing away our trunks and bags under the cots, and
making an equitable division of the hooks upon the walls, the
motive power of the yacht stood patiently upon the shore, stamping
a hoof, now and then, or shaking a shaggy head in mild protest
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