| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: body of the magnet which carries it. The steel behaves as if it
were isolated from its own magnetism.
And then his thoughts suddenly widen, and he asks himself whether
the rotating earth does not generate induced currents as it turns
round its axis from west to east. In his experiment with the
twirling magnet the galvanometer wire remained at rest; one portion
of the circuit was in motion relatively to another portion. But in
the case of the twirling planet the galvanometer wire would
necessarily be carried along with the earth; there would be no
relative motion. What must be the consequence? Take the case of a
telegraph wire with its two terminal plates dipped into the earth,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli: faith of little account, and have known how to circumvent the
intellect of men by craft, and in the end have overcome those who have
relied on their word. You must know there are two ways of
contesting,[*] the one by the law, the other by force; the first
method is proper to men, the second to beasts; but because the first
is frequently not sufficient, it is necessary to have recourse to the
second. Therefore it is necessary for a prince to understand how to
avail himself of the beast and the man. This has been figuratively
taught to princes by ancient writers, who describe how Achilles and
many other princes of old were given to the Centaur Chiron to nurse,
who brought them up in his discipline; which means solely that, as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: form, her colorless life, her waking stupor that smothered pain
and hunger,--even more fit to be a type of her class. Deeper
yet if one could look, was there nothing worth reading in this
wet, faded thing, halfcovered with ashes? no story of a soul
filled with groping passionate love, heroic unselfishness,
fierce jealousy? of years of weary trying to please the one
human being whom she loved, to gain one look of real heart-
kindness from him? If anything like this were hidden beneath
the pale, bleared eyes, and dull, washed-out-looking face, no
one had ever taken the trouble to read its faint signs: not the
half-clothed furnace-tender, Wolfe, certainly. Yet he was kind
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