| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: people of this other band went over the fields or roads, path or no
path, way or no way, as they pleased; neither had they any occasion to
pass through any town, or come near any town, other than to buy such
things as they wanted for their necessary subsistence, and in that
indeed they were put to much difficulty; of which in its place.
But our three travellers were obliged to keep the road, or else they
must commit spoil, and do the country a great deal of damage in
breaking down fences and gates to go over enclosed fields, which they
were loth to do if they could help it.
Our three travellers, however, had a great mind to join themselves to
this company and take their lot with them; and after some discourse
A Journal of the Plague Year |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: shoulders, where it ought to be."
"Well, I am afraid my brain is affected."
"Your mind affected!"
"Yes, I fear so. Are we again on the surface of the globe?"
"No, certainly not."
"Then I must be mad; for don't I see the light of day, and don't I
hear the wind blowing, and the sea breaking on the shore?"
"Ah! is that all?"
"Do tell me all about it."
"I can't explain the inexplicable, but you will soon see and
understand that geology has not yet learnt all it has to learn."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: flower for the first time is to experience a new sensation.
Familiar as a man may be with cherry blossoms at home, the sight
there bursts upon him with the dazzling effect of a revelation.
Such is the profusion of flowers that the tree seems to have turned
into a living mass of rosy light. No leaves break the brilliance.
The snowy-pink petals drape the branches entirely, yet so
delicately, one deems it all a veil donned for the tree's nuptials
with the spring. For nothing could more completely personify the
spirit of the spring-time. You can almost fancy it some dryad
decked for her bridal, in maidenly day-dreaming too lovely to last.
For like the plum the cherry fails in its fruit to fulfil the
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