| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: more in the open night that they gave up all notion of a bed, and
walked the streets of Boston till the morning.
No one seemed much cast down by these stories, but all inquired after
the address of a respectable hotel; and I, for my part, put myself
under the conduct of Mr. Jones. Before noon of the second Sunday we
sighted the low shores outside of New York harbour; the steerage
passengers must remain on board to pass through Castle Garden on the
following morning; but we of the second cabin made our escape along
with the lords of the saloon; and by six o'clock Jones and I issued
into West Street, sitting on some straw in the bottom of an open
baggage-wagon. It rained miraculously; and from that moment till on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Reason Discourse by Rene Descartes: philosophy, I judged that no solid superstructures could be reared on
foundations so infirm; and neither the honor nor the gain held out by them
was sufficient to determine me to their cultivation: for I was not, thank
Heaven, in a condition which compelled me to make merchandise of science
for the bettering of my fortune; and though I might not profess to scorn
glory as a cynic, I yet made very slight account of that honor which I
hoped to acquire only through fictitious titles. And, in fine, of false
sciences I thought I knew the worth sufficiently to escape being deceived
by the professions of an alchemist, the predictions of an astrologer, the
impostures of a magician, or by the artifices and boasting of any of those
who profess to know things of which they are ignorant.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: every night some twenty or thirty, or even more, will come to your door
- men slightly wounded or too weary to go on without a rest. And for
those there will be a chair by the fire, and something hot, or perhapps
a clean bandage. It sounds small? But in a month, think! You will
have given comfort to perhaps a thousand men. You - alone!"
"I - alone!" she said in a queer choking voice. "And what about you?
It is you who have made it possible."
But Henri was looking down the street to where the row of poplars hid
what lay beyond. Far beyond a star shell had risen above the flat
fields and floated there, a pure and lovely thing, shedding its white
light over the terrain below. It gleamed for some thirty seconds and
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