| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: bar beneath the bed depressed my head unduly, and threw a
disproportionate share of my weight upon my hands. After a time, I
experienced what is called, I believe, a crick in the neck. The
pressure of my hands on the coarsely-stitched carpet speedily became
painful. My knees, too, were painful, my trousers being drawn tightly
over them. At that time I wore rather higher collars than I do now--two
and a half inches, in fact--and I discovered what I had not remarked
before, that the edge of the one I wore was frayed slightly under
the chin. But much worse than these things was an itching of my face,
which I could only relieve by violent grimacing--I tried to raise
my hand, but the rustle of the sleeve alarmed me. After a time
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeroplanes and Dirigibles of War by Frederick A. Talbot: which would defy solution. But these difficulties exist in two
or three different fields, each of which is peculiarly complex
and demands individual treatment.
In the first place, there is the weight of the necessary
installation. In the case of the dirigible this may be a
secondary consideration, but with the aeroplane it is a matter of
primary and vital importance. Again, under present conditions,
the noise of the motor is apt to render the intelligent
deciphering of messages while aloft a matter of extreme
difficulty, especially as these are communicated in code. The
engine noise might be effectively overcome by the use of a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: flowers nor our francs, but just our youth.
I remember it touched me so. I would have
given her some of mine off my back, if I could.
I had enough and to spare then," Bartley mused,
and looked thoughtfully at his cigar.
They were both remembering what the
woman had said when she took the money:
"God give you a happy love!" It was not in
the ingratiating tone of the habitual beggar:
it had come out of the depths of the poor creature's
sorrow, vibrating with pity for their youth
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