| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Unseen World and Other Essays by John Fiske: nebula has been going on in the case of other nebulae. The
history of the sun is but a type of the history of stars in
general. And when we consider that all other visible stars and
nebulae are cooling and contracting bodies, like our sun, to what
other conclusion could we very well come? When we look at Sirius,
for instance, we do not see him surrounded by planets, for at
such a distance no planet could be visible, even Sirius himself,
though fourteen times larger than our sun, appearing only as a
"twinkling little star." But a comparative survey of the heavens
assures us that Sirius can hardly have arrived at his present
stage of concentration without detaching, planet-forming rings,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: I 'most jumped out o' my skin for joy! It 'uz de GRAN' MOGUL--
I 'uz chambermaid on her for eight seasons in de Cincinnati en
Orleans trade. I slid 'long pas'--don't see nobody stirrin' nowhah--
hear 'em a-hammerin' away in de engine room, den I knowed
what de matter was--some o' de machinery's broke. I got asho'
below de boat and turn' de canoe loose, den I goes 'long up, en
dey 'uz jes one plank out, en I step' 'board de boat. It 'uz
pow'ful hot, deckhan's en roustabouts 'uz sprawled aroun' asleep
on de fo'cas'l', de second mate, Jim Bangs, he sot dah on de
bitts wid his head down, asleep--'ca'se dat's de way de second
mate stan' de cap'n's watch!--en de ole watchman, Billy Hatch,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: I wanted to poke my tongue out at the circle on the grass, who, drawing
close together, were whispering meaningly.
"Perhaps you do not know," cried a voice from one of the cells, "to swing
is very upsetting for the stomach? A friend of mine could keep nothing
down for three weeks after exciting herself so."
I went to the bath shelter and was hosed.
As I dressed, someone tapped on the wall.
"Do you know," said a voice, "there is a man who LIVES in the Luft Bad next
door? He buries himself up to the armpits in mud and refuses to believe in
the Trinity."
The umbrellas are the saving grace of the Luft Bad. Now when I go, I take
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