| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert: held the two little beds. But Madame Aubain looked them over as little
as possible. One summer day, however, she resigned herself to the task
and when she opened the closet the moths flew out.
Virginia's frocks were hung under a shelf where there were three
dolls, some hoops, a doll-house, and a basic which she had used.
Felicite and Madame Aubain also took out the skirts, the
handkerchiefs, and the stockings and spread them on the beds, before
putting them away again. The sun fell on the piteous things,
disclosing their spots and the creases formed by the motions of the
body. The atmosphere was warm and blue, and a blackbird trilled in the
garden; everything seemed to live in happiness. They found a little
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: a private fortune, would probably have scorned to waste his
time in making tents, yet of all sacrifices to public opinion
none can be more easily pardoned than that by which a man,
already spiritually useful to the world, should restrict the
field of his chief usefulness to perform services more
apparent, and possess a livelihood that neither stupidity nor
malice could call in question. Like all sacrifices to public
opinion and mere external decency, this would certainly be
wrong; for the soul should rest contented with its own
approval and indissuadably pursue its own calling. Yet, so
grave and delicate is the question, that a man may well
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne: the most violent excitement.
One day, the 30th of September, at 3:47 P.M., a telegram,
transmitted by cable from Valentia (Ireland) to Newfoundland and
the American Mainland, arrived at the address of President Barbicane.
The president tore open the envelope, read the dispatch, and,
despite his remarkable powers of self-control, his lips turned
pale and his eyes grew dim, on reading the twenty words of
this telegram.
Here is the text of the dispatch, which figures now in the
archives of the Gun Club:
FRANCE, PARIS,
From the Earth to the Moon |
