| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: In his subsequent researches 'On the absolute Quantity of
Electricity associated with the Particles or Atoms of matter,'
he endeavours to give an idea of the amount of electrical force
involved in the decomposition of a single grain of water. He is
almost afraid to mention it, for he estimates it at 800,000
discharges of his large Leyden battery. This, if concentrated in a
single discharge, would be equal to a very great flash of lightning;
while the chemical action of a single grain of water on four grains
of zinc would yield electricity equal in quantity to a powerful
thunderstorm. Thus his mind rises from the minute to the vast,
expanding involuntarily from the smallest laboratory fact till it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela: It was with amazement that the inhabitants of Fresnillo
learned that the rebel attack on Zacatecas had failed com-
pletely.
"They're coming back!"
The rebels were a maddened mob, sunburnt, filthy,
naked. Their high wide-brimmed straw hats hid their
faces. The "high hats" came back as happily as they had
marched forth a few days before, pillaging every hamlet
along the road, every ranch, even the poorest hut.
"Who'll buy this thing?" one of them asked. He had
carried his spoils long: he was tired. The sheen of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: human eyes that had loved, and not been loved, and had suffered
with that pain. And, trusting Him, she only said, "Show me my
work! Thou that takest away the pain of the world, have mercy
upon me!"
CHAPTER VII.
For that night, at least, Holmes swept his soul clean of doubt
and indecision; one of his natures was conquered,--finally, he
thought. Polston, if he had seen his face as he paced the street
slowly home to the mill, would have remembered his mother's the
day she died. How the stern old woman met death half-way! why
should she fear? she was as strong as he. Wherein had she failed
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