| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: capable of running away. To push her with a straw into a paper bag
is the affair of a second.
It requires some patience to bring the Tarantula who has bitten
into the insidious spikelet to the entrance of the burrow. The
following method is quicker: I procure a supply of live Bumble-
bees. I put one into a little bottle with a mouth just wide enough
to cover the opening of the burrow; and I turn the apparatus thus
baited over the said opening. The powerful Bee at first flutters
and hums about her glass prison; then, perceiving a burrow similar
to that of her family, she enters it without much hesitation. She
is extremely ill-advised: while she goes down, the Spider comes
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Smalcald Articles by Dr. Martin Luther: to our side. They have also been accepted and unanimously
confessed by our side, and it has been resolved that, in case
the Pope with his adherents should ever be so bold as
seriously and in good faith, without lying and cheating, to
hold a truly free [legitimate] Christian Council (as, indeed,
he would be in duty bound to do), they be publicly delivered
in order to set forth the Confession of our Faith.
But though the Romish court is so dreadfully afraid of a free
Christian Council, and shuns the light so shamefully, that it
has [entirely] removed, even from those who are on its side,
the hope that it will ever permit a free Council, much less
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: more discoveries. The figure from the neck down was meagre, the
stature insignificant, but the desire to please towered high, as
well as the air of infallibly knowing how and of never, never
missing it. This was a little person whom I would have made a high
bid for a good chance to paint. The head, the features, the
colour, the whole facial oval and radiance had a wonderful purity;
the deep grey eyes--the most agreeable, I thought, that I had ever
seen--brushed with a kind of winglike grace every object they
encountered. Their possessor was just back from Boulogne, where
she had spent a week with dear Mrs. Floyd-Taylor: this accounted
for the effusiveness of her reunion with dear Mrs. Meldrum. Her
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