| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: readily cross with European dogs, the explanation which will occur to
everyone, and probably the true one, is that these dogs have descended from
several aboriginally distinct species. Nevertheless the perfect fertility
of so many domestic varieties, differing widely from each other in
appearance, for instance of the pigeon or of the cabbage, is a remarkable
fact; more especially when we reflect how many species there are, which,
though resembling each other most closely, are utterly sterile when
intercrossed. Several considerations, however, render the fertility of
domestic varieties less remarkable than at first appears. It can, in the
first place, be clearly shown that mere external dissimilarity between two
species does not determine their greater or lesser degree of sterility when
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: was a large room, comfortably furnished and filled now with the red
glow of the setting sun. A turning-lathe stood by the window and
an elderly man was at work at it. Gyuri called to him and he turned
and rose when he saw a stranger.
Lajos Varna was a tall, loose-jointed man with sallow skin and
tired eyes. He gave only a hasty glance at his visitor, then looked
at Gyuri. The expression in his eyes as he turned them on those of
the warder was like the look in the eyes of a well-trained dog when
it watches its master's face. Gyuri's brows were drawn close
together and his mouth set tight to a narrow line. His eyes fairly
bored themselves into the patient's eyes with an expression like
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: of splendor, thou hast steeped thyself in blood like some queen
stupefied by empery. Dost thou not remember to have been dull and
heavy at times, and the sudden marvelous lucidity of other moments; as
when Art emerges from an orgy? Oh! poet, painter, and singer, lover of
splendid ceremonies and protector of the arts, was thy friendship for
art perchance a caprice, that so thou shouldst sleep beneath
magnificent canopies? Was there not a day when, in thy fantastic
pride, though chastity and humility were prescribed to thee, thou
hadst brought all things beneath thy feet, and set thy foot on the
necks of princes; when earthly dominion, and wealth, and the mind of
man bore thy yoke? Exulting in the abasement of humanity, joying to
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