| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: fight; and when at last the confusion cleared, the drifting
bank of black vapour intervened, and nothing of the
THUNDER CHILD could be made out, nor could the third
Martian be seen. But the ironclads to seaward were now
quite close and standing in towards shore past the steamboat.
The little vessel continued to beat its way seaward, and
the ironclads receded slowly towards the coast, which was
hidden still by a marbled bank of vapour, part steam, part
black gas, eddying and combining in the strangest way. The
fleet of refugees was scattering to the northeast; several
smacks were sailing between the ironclads and the steamboat.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: foolishly, hold and am assured in my own mind that nothing makes a thing
beautiful but the presence and participation of beauty in whatever way or
manner obtained; for as to the manner I am uncertain, but I stoutly contend
that by beauty all beautiful things become beautiful. This appears to me
to be the safest answer which I can give, either to myself or to another,
and to this I cling, in the persuasion that this principle will never be
overthrown, and that to myself or to any one who asks the question, I may
safely reply, That by beauty beautiful things become beautiful. Do you not
agree with me?
I do.
And that by greatness only great things become great and greater greater,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: a deadly fall, through this space of fifteen hundred feet.
He counted each landing as he passed it, knowing that he could
not reach the bottom of the shaft until he had left the thirtieth.
Once there, he would have no trouble, so he thought,
in finding the cottage, built, as we have said, at the extremity
of the principal passage.
Jack Ryan went on thus until he got to the twenty-sixth landing,
and consequently had two hundred feet between him and the bottom.
Here he put down his leg to feel for the first rung of the twenty-seventh
ladder. But his foot swinging in space found nothing to rest on.
He knelt down and felt about with his hand for the top of the ladder.
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