| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: partially subsided in 1835, and the only scientific paper contributed
by Faraday in that year was a comparatively unimportant one, 'On an
improved Form of the Voltaic Battery.' He brooded for a time: his
experiments on electrolysis had long filled his mind; he looked, as
already stated, into the very heart of the electrolyte, endeavouring
to render the play of its atoms visible to his mental eye. He had
no doubt that in this case what is called 'the electric current' was
propagated from particle to particle of the electrolyte; he accepted
the doctrine of decomposition and recomposition which, according to
Grothuss and Davy, ran from electrode to electrode. And the thought
impressed him more and more that ordinary electric induction was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell: 'Beasts of England', and receive their orders for the week; but there would
be no more debates.
In spite of the shock that Snowball's expulsion had given them, the
animals were dismayed by this announcement. Several of them would have
protested if they could have found the right arguments. Even Boxer was
vaguely troubled. He set his ears back, shook his forelock several times,
and tried hard to marshal his thoughts; but in the end he could not think
of anything to say. Some of the pigs themselves, however, were more
articulate. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of
disapproval, and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking
at once. But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon let out deep,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: THE MOTHER OF A POET
SHE is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
And softly singing as an orchard spring's
In sheltered hollows all the sunny year--
A spring that thru the leaning grass looks up
And holds all heaven in its clarid cup,
Mirror to holy meadows high and blue
With stars like drops of dew.
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