| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals by Charles Darwin: of his `Mecanisme de la Physionomie Humaine,' in which he analyses
by means of electricity, and illustrates by magnificent photographs,
the movements of the facial muscles. He has generously permitted me
to copy as many of his photographs as I desired. His works have been
spoken lightly of, or quite passed over, by some of his countrymen.
It is possible that Dr. Duchenne may have exaggerated the importance
of the contraction of single muscles in giving expression;
for, owing to the intimate manner in which the muscles are connected,
as may be seen in Henle's anatomical drawings[7]--the best I believe
ever published it is difficult to believe in their separate action.
Nevertheless, it is manifest that Dr. Duchenne clearly apprehended
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: "For what, in the devil's name?" said the baron.
"The sheriff of Nottingham," said one, "lies in bed grievously bruised,
and many of his men are wounded, and several of them slain;
and Sir Ralph Montfaucon, knight, is sore wounded in the arm;
and we are charged to apprehend William Gamwell the younger,
of Gamwell Hall, and father Michael of Rubygill Abbey,
and Matilda Fitzwater of Arlingford Castle, as agents and
accomplices in the said breach of the king's peace."
"Breach of the king's fiddlestick!" answered the baron.
"What do you mean by coming here with your cock and bull, stories of my
daughter grievously bruising the sheriff of Nottingham? You are a set
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: lessons you have each taught us, and when next we meet in Fern Dale,
you shall tell us more. And now, dear Trip, call them from the lake,
for the moon is sinking fast, and we must hasten home."
The Elves gathered about their Queen, and while the rustling leaves
were still, and the flowers' sweet voices mingled with their own,
they sang this
FAIRY SONG.
The moonlight fades from flower and tree,
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
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