| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: replied Davy; "we must try him with something better than that."
The result was, that Davy engaged him to assist in the Laboratory
at weekly wages.
'Davy held the joint office of Professor of Chemistry and Director
of the Laboratory; he ultimately gave up the former to the late
Professor Brande, but he insisted that Faraday should be appointed
Director of the Laboratory, and, as Faraday told me, this enabled
him on subsequent occasions to hold a definite position in the
Institution, in which he was always supported by Davy.
I believe he held that office to the last.
'Believe me, my dear Tyndall, yours truly,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: d'Arthez watching her flexible figure, gracefully bending in the
depths of her easy-chair, noting the folds of her gown, and the pretty
little ruffle which sported on her breast,--one of those audacities of
the toilet that are suited only to slender waists,--and she resumed
the thread of her thoughts as if she were speaking to herself:--
"But I will say no more. You writers have ended by making ridiculous
all women who think they are misunderstood, or ill-mated, and who try
to make themselves dramatically interesting,--attempts which seem to
me, I must say, intolerably vulgar. There are but two things for women
in that plight to do,--yield, and all is over; resist, and amuse
themselves; in either case they should keep silence. It is true that I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.
The foe is merciless and will not pity,
For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity.
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.--
Come, York and Richard, Warwick, and the rest;
I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
[He faints.]
[Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD,
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