| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: remain undeveloped, but many endowed as well as private libraries are not
in daily use, and are often injured from a false idea that a hard frost
and prolonged cold do no injury to a library so long as the weather is dry.
The fact is that books should never be allowed to get really cold,
for when a thaw comes and the weather sets in warm, the air, laden with damp,
penetrates the inmost recesses, and working its way between the volumes
and even between the leaves, deposits upon their cold surface its moisture.
The best preventative of this is a warm atmosphere during the frost,
sudden heating when the frost has gone being useless.
Our worst enemies are sometimes our real friends, and perhaps the best
way of keeping libraries entirely free from damp is to circulate our
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: Wickham were returned, and to lament over his absence from
the Netherfield ball. He joined them on their entering the town,
and attended them to their aunt's where his regret and vexation,
and the concern of everybody, was well talked over. To
Elizabeth, however, he voluntarily acknowledged that the
necessity of his absence HAD been self-imposed.
"I found," said he, "as the time drew near that I had better not
meet Mr. Darcy; that to be in the same room, the same party
with him for so many hours together, might be more than I could
bear, and that scenes might arise unpleasant to more than
myself."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: figure who in other dawns had found neither sleep nor rest - this
figure who lay there now as one dead.
XVIII. THE OLD SHED
Rhoda Gray opened her eyes, and, from the cot upon which she lay,
stared with drowsy curiosity around the garret - and in another
instant was sitting bolt upright, alert and tense, as the full flood
of memory swept upon her.
There was still a meager light creeping in through the small, grimy
window panes, but it was the light of waning day. She must have
slept, then, all through the morning and the afternoon, slept the
dead, heavy sleep of exhaustion from the moment she had flung
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