| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: million miles, and then I could see by the shape of him that I
hadn't even got up to his waistband yet. Why, Peters, WE don't
know anything about comets, down here. If you want to see comets
that ARE comets, you've got to go outside of our solar system -
where there's room for them, you understand. My friend, I've seen
comets out there that couldn't even lay down inside the ORBITS of
our noblest comets without their tails hanging over.
Well, I boomed along another hundred and fifty million miles, and
got up abreast his shoulder, as you may say. I was feeling pretty
fine, I tell you; but just then I noticed the officer of the deck
come to the side and hoist his glass in my direction. Straight off
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: worked a considerable time up to their middle in water, every
one being more eager than his neighbour to be useful. Even
the four artificers who had hitherto declined working on
Sunday were to-day most zealous in their exertions. They had
indeed become so convinced of the precarious nature and
necessity of the work that they never afterwards absented
themselves from the rock on Sunday when a landing was
practicable.
Having made fast a piece of very good new line, at about
two-thirds from the lower end of one of the beams, the
purchase-tackle of the derrick was hooked into the turns of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: of course they missed them.
All the while the storm was growing in violence, and suddenly for about five
minutes great hailstones came beating down till the lawn was fairly white with
them, and the panes of glass in the green-house roof at Oakdene cracked and
broke beneath them. "And those three blessed children are probably out in it
all," thought Tattine's Mother, standing pale and trembling at her window, and
watching the road which the wagonette would have to come. And then what did
she see but Barney, trotting bravely up the hill, with the geese still craning
their necks through the laths of the cage, but the reins dragging through the
mud of the roadway, and with no children in the little cart. Close behind him
came the wagonette, which Barney was cleverly managing to keep well ahead of,
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