| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: escaped his attention. His experiments are described in a memoir
communicated to the Royal Society on December 7, 1848.
I have worked long myself at magne-crystallic action, amid all the
light of Faraday's and Plucker's researches. The papers now before
me were objects of daily and nightly study with me eighteen or
nineteen years ago; but even now, though their perusal is but the
last of a series of repetitions, they astonish me. Every
circumstance connected with the subject; every shade of deportment;
every variation in the energy of the action; almost every
application which could possibly be made of magnetism to bring out
in detail the character of this new force, is minutely described.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: perfect actor forgot his part; he went down the corkscrew stairs in
the Tour Bonbec as one who knew the Conciergerie.
"Bibi-Lupin is right," said the turnkey to himself; "he is an old
stager; he is Jacques Collin."
At the moment when Trompe-la-Mort appeared in the sort of frame to his
figure made by the door into the tower, the prisoners, having made
their purchases at the stone table called after Saint-Louis, were
scattered about the yard, always too small for their number. So the
newcomer was seen by all of them at once, and all the more promptly,
because nothing can compare for keenness with the eye of a prisoner,
who in a prison-yard feels like a spider watching in its web. And this
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson: But she, although the heavens be black,
Holds on upon the starboard tack,
For why? although to-day she sink,
Still safe she sails in printer's ink,
And though to-day the seamen drown,
My cut shall hand their memory down.
Poem: II
The careful angler chose his nook
At morning by the lilied brook,
And all the noon his rod he plied
By that romantic riverside.
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