| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: a genus, and then raised to the rank of a sub-family or family; and this
has been done, not because further research has detected important
structural differences, at first overlooked, but because numerous allied
species, with slightly different grades of difference, have been
subsequently discovered.
All the foregoing rules and aids and difficulties in classification are
explained, if I do not greatly deceive myself, on the view that the natural
system is founded on descent with modification; that the characters which
naturalists consider as showing true affinity between any two or more
species, are those which have been inherited from a common parent, and, in
so far, all true classification is genealogical; that community of descent
On the Origin of Species |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare: TAILOR.
'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.'
GRUMIO.
Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the
skirts of it and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread;
I said, a gown.
PETRUCHIO.
Proceed.
TAILOR.
'With a small compassed cape.'
GRUMIO.
The Taming of the Shrew |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: from the shrubbery a plank, which he leant against the top of the
door and then climbed up with great dexterity. This did not bring
him near enough to the window-hole to look in, or even to throw the
light of the lantern through it, so he climbed down and carried the
plank back to the place from which he had got it. Then he concealed
himself near the iron door and waited, manifestly with the intent of
remaining there till someone came near. Presently Lady Arabella,
moving noiselessly through the shade, approached the door. When he
saw her close enough to touch it, Oolanga stepped forward from his
concealment, and spoke in a whisper, which through the gloom sounded
like a hiss.
Lair of the White Worm |
