| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: but he protested afresh against the wrong of his mother's having
made them the ground of an appeal to poor Pemberton. Poor
Pemberton could laugh now, apart from the comicality of Mrs.
Moreen's mustering so much philosophy for her defence - she seemed
to shake it out of her agitated petticoats, which knocked over the
light gilt chairs - so little did their young companion, MARKED,
unmistakeably marked at the best, strike him as qualified to
repudiate any advantage.
He himself was in for it at any rate. He should have Morgan on his
hands again indefinitely; though indeed he saw the lad had a
private theory to produce which would be intended to smooth this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac: been tamed, as it were, and her tacit resistance overcome; and from
these observations drew great conclusions; finding, as he did, that
such creations can only be obtained by following the laws of the more
remote affinities of things, of "a second nature," as he called it, in
substances.
Towards the end of August he succeeded to some extent in sizing the
paper pulp in the vat; the result being a kind of paper identical with
a make in use for printers' proofs at the present day--a kind of paper
that cannot be depended upon, for the sizing itself is not always
certain. This was a great result, considering the condition of the
paper trade in 1823, and David hoped to solve the final difficulties
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: In the eastern sky, the rainbow,
Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?"
And the good Nokomis answered:
"'T is the heaven of flowers you see there;
All the wild-flowers of the forest,
All the lilies of the prairie,
When on earth they fade and perish,
Blossom in that heaven above us."
When he heard the owls at midnight,
Hooting, laughing in the forest,
'What is that?" he cried in terror,
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