| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: and as it grew more decided he felt surprised that he was not
reminded of the chemist's shop or the surgery. Clarke found
himself idly endeavouring to analyse the sensation, and half
conscious, he began to think of a day, fifteen years ago, that
he had spent roaming through the woods and meadows near his own
home. It was a burning day at the beginning of August, the heat
had dimmed the outlines of all things and all distances with a
faint mist, and people who observed the thermometer spoke of an
abnormal register, of a temperature that was almost tropical.
Strangely that wonderful hot day of the fifties rose up again in
Clarke's imagination; the sense of dazzling all-pervading
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death by Patrick Henry: of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not,
and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their
temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost,
I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of
experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct
of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with
which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House.
Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: can recollect it!" And with his well-practiced eyes he en-
deavored to pierce the gloom of the river.
Every now and then a burst of light dispelling the dark-
ness for a time, exhibited the banks under some fantastic
aspect -- either a forest on fire, or a still burning village.
The Angara was occasionally illuminated from one bank to
the other. The blocks of ice formed so many mirrors,
which, reflecting the flames on every point and in every
color, were whirled along by the caprice of the current.
The raft passed unperceived in the midst of these floating
masses.
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