| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: candy - a package of needles.
"Go on in!" grunted the man, as he pushed the door - which seemed
to shriek out unduly on its hinges - wide open. "If anybody sees
the door open, they'll be around wanting to buy a paper of pins
- curse 'em! - and I ain't open to-night." He snarled as he shut
and locked the door. "Pierre says you're grouching about your
garret. How about me, and this job? You get out of yours to-night
for keeps. What about me? I can't do anything but act as a damned
blind for the rest of you with this fool store. just because I was
born a freak that every gutter-snipe on the street yells at!"
Rhoda Gray did not answer.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: infinite weight and force upon the land. It is observed that these
rocks lie under water for a great way off into the sea on every
side the said two horns or points of land, so breaking the force of
the water, and, as above, lessening the weight of it.
But besides this the whole TERRA FIRMA, or body of the land which
makes this part of the isle of Britain, seems to be one solid rock,
as if it was formed by Nature to resist the otherwise irresistible
power of the ocean. And, indeed, if one was to observe with what
fury the sea comes on sometimes against the shore here, especially
at the Lizard Point, where there are but few, if any, out-works, as
I call them, to resist it; how high the waves come rolling forward,
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