| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: which might be put in practice for the general safety, in
hopes that the SMEATON might be able to pick up the boats to
leeward, when they were obliged to leave the rock. He was,
accordingly, about to address the artificers on the perilous
nature of their circumstances, and to propose that all hands
should unstrip their upper clothing when the higher parts of
the rock were laid under water; that the seamen should remove
every unnecessary weight and encumbrance from the boats; that
a specified number of men should go into each boat, and that
the remainder should hang by the gunwales, while the boats
were to be rowed gently towards the SMEATON, as the course to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: corner was, it was at least shaded and quiet; and, from
the main thoroughfares came the clanging of trolleys,
the incessant popping of torpedoes, the jingle of
street-organs, the bawling of megaphone men and the
loud murmur of increasing crowds. He leaned back,
smoking his cigar, patting the dog, and stirring the
coffee that steamed in their chipped cups. "It's the
real thing, you know," he explained; and Charity
hastily revised her previous conception of the
beverage.
They had made no plans for the rest of the day, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare: Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark;
For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty;
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;
Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow;
For why, she sigh'd and bade me come tomorrow.
Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
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