| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: in the brightness of the rising sun.
All about the pit, and saved as by a miracle from ever-
lasting destruction, stretched the great Mother of Cities.
Those who have only seen London veiled in her sombre robes
of smoke can scarcely imagine the naked clearness and beauty
of the silent wilderness of houses.
Eastward, over the blackened ruins of the Albert Terrace
and the splintered spire of the church, the sun blazed daz-
zling in a clear sky, and here and there some facet in the
great wilderness of roofs caught the light and glared with
a white intensity.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain: from time to time and put red wine in them to make
them heal badly and leave as ugly a scar as possible.
It does not look reasonable, but it is roundly asserted
and maintained, nevertheless; I am sure of one thing--scars
are plenty enough in Germany, among the young men;
and very grim ones they are, too. They crisscross the face
in angry red welts, and are permanent and ineffaceable.
Some of these scars are of a very strange and dreadful aspect;
and the effect is striking when several such accent
the milder ones, which form a city map on a man's face;
they suggest the "burned district" then. We had often
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: and Mrs. Makola looked into every one. The men got them at sunset.
When Kayerts and Carlier retired, a big bonfire was flaring before the
men's huts. They could hear their shouts and drumming. Some men from
Gobila's village had joined the station hands, and the entertainment
was a great success.
In the middle of the night, Carlier waking suddenly, heard a man shout
loudly; then a shot was fired. Only one. Carlier ran out and met
Kayerts on the verandah. They were both startled. As they went across
the yard to call Makola, they saw shadows moving in the night. One of
them cried, "Don't shoot! It's me, Price." Then Makola appeared close
to them. "Go back, go back, please," he urged, "you spoil all." "There
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