| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: other; and a desperate fight begins. The Silky Epeira is worsted.
The other swathes her in bonds, drags her to the non-limy central
floor and, in the calmest fashion, eats her. The dead Spider is
munched for twenty-four hours and drained to the last drop, when
the corpse, a wretched, crumpled ball, is at last flung aside. The
web so foully conquered becomes the property of the stranger, who
uses it, if it have not suffered too much in the contest.
There is here a shadow of an excuse. The two Spiders were of
different species; and the struggle for life often leads to these
exterminations among such as are not akin. What would happen if
the two belonged to the same species? It is easily seen. I cannot
The Life of the Spider |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: Head Dodd was supposed to have earned fresh laurels. His
arguments carried the day, his choice was approved by the
committee, and I had the anonymous satisfaction to know that
arguments and choice were wholly mine. In the recasting of
the plan which followed, my part was even larger; for I
designed and cast with my own hand a hot-air grating for the
offices, which had the luck or merit to be accepted. The energy
and aptitude which I displayed throughout delighted and
surprised my father, and I believe, although I say it whose
tongue should be tied, that they alone prevented Muskegon
capitol from being the eyesore of my native State.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: Stimulation! Stimulation! That is the secret
of Modern Life!
One should be receptive to Stimulation -- one
should strive to Stimulate!
One owes it to the Masses to Stimulate! It is
the DUTY of the leaders of Advanced Thought!
Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask my-
self, "Have I been a Stimulating Influence today?
Or have I failed?"
Fothergil Finch says I Stimulate HIM!
Poor, dear man! -- he's becoming quite -- quite --
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