| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: sudden relief from anguish and pain, and it testified silently
before the cloudless heaven that the man lying there under the
gaze of indifferent eyes had been permitted to forget before he
died.
Abdulla looked down sadly at this Infidel he had fought so long
and had bested so many times. Such was the reward of the
Faithful!
Yet in the Arab's old heart there was a feeling of regret for
that thing gone out of his life. He was leaving fast behind him
friendships, and enmities, successes, and disappointments--all
that makes up a life; and before him was only the end. Prayer
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeroplanes and Dirigibles of War by Frederick A. Talbot: edition of Etrich's original idea. As a matter of fact the
modifications were of so slight, though important, a character
that many machines generically described as Taubes are in reality
Rumplers, but the difference is beyond detection by the ordinary
and unpractised observer.
In the Rumpler machine the wings, like those of the Taube, assume
broadly the form and shape of those of the pigeon or dove in
flight. The early Rumpler machines suffered from sluggish
control, but in the later types this defect has been overcome.
In the early models the wings were flexible, but in the present
craft they are rigid, although fitted with tips or ailerons. The
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
Comparing it to her Adonis' breath; 1172
And says within her bosom it shall dwell,
Since he himself is reft from her by death:
She drops the stalk, and in the breach appears
Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy father's guise,
Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,
For every little grief to wet his eyes:
To grow unto himself was his desire, 1180
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