| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: saying, with no thought of prayer, uttering a mere voice of
agony.
The time may have been long or short, it was perhaps minutes,
perhaps only seconds, ere he awoke to find himself observed,
and saw the captain sitting up and watching him over the break
of the poop, a strange blindness as of fever in his eyes, a
haggard knot of corrugations on his brow. Cain saw himself in
a mirror. For a flash they looked upon each other, and then
glanced guiltily aside; and Carthew fled from the eye of his
accomplice, and stood leaning on the taffrail.
An hour went by, while the day came brighter, and the sun rose
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: "Much skill is required for those!--much skill!"
"Rather!"
Pause.
"Your machine is different from that, Mr. Butteridge?"
"Quite different," said Bert. "More like an insect, and less
like a bird. And it buzzes, and don't drive about so. What can
those things do?"
Kurt was not very clear upon that himself, and was still
explaining when Bert was called to the conference we have
recorded with the Prince.
And after that was over, the last traces of Butteridge fell from
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ursula by Honore de Balzac: charged with some magnetic fluid; it penetrates the hearer at every
pore. Disgusted by the ingratitude of the public after his many cures,
he has now returned to an impenetrable solitude, a voluntary
nothingness. His all-powerful hand, which has restored a dying
daughter to her mother, fathers to their grief-stricken children,
adored mistresses to lovers frenzied with love, cured the sick given
over by physicians, soothed the sufferings of the dying when life
became impossible, wrung psalms of thanksgiving in synagogues,
temples, and churches from the lips of priests recalled to the one God
by the same miracle,--that sovereign hand, a sun of life dazzling the
closed eyes of the somnambulist, has never been raised again even to
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