| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: agonies upon my paper. Flesh and blood could not endure the
spectacle; to capture immortality was doubtless a noble enterprise,
but not to capture it at such a cost of suffering; and out would go
the candles, and off would I go to bed in the darkness raging to
think that the blow might fall on the morrow, and there was VOCES
FIDELIUM still incomplete. Well, the moths are - all gone, and
VOCES FIDELIUM along with them; only the fool is still on hand and
practises new follies.
Only one thing in connection with the harbour tempted me, and that
was the diving, an experience I burned to taste of. But this was
not to be, at least in Anstruther; and the subject involves a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: ex omni numero noctis interventu ad terram per venirent, cum ab hora fere
IIII. usque ad solis occasum pugnaretur.
Quo proelio bellum Venetorum totiusque orae maritimae confectum est.
Nam cum omnis iuventus, omnes etiam gravioris aetatis in quibus aliquid
consilii aut dignitatis fuit eo convenerant, tum navium quod ubique fuerat
in unum locum coegerant; quibus amissis reliqui neque quo se reciperent
neque quem ad modum oppida defenderent habebant. Itaque se suaque omnia
Caesari dediderunt. In quos eo gravius Caesar vindicandum statuit quo
diligentius in reliquum tempus a barbaris ius legatorum conservaretur.
Itaque omni senatu necato reliquos sub corona vendidit.
Dum haec in Venetis geruntur, Q. Titurius Sabinus cum iis copiis quas
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: carriages and on the quivering leaves in the park. It was a
joyous morning, and men and women looked at the sky and smiled
as they went about their work or their pleasure, and the wind
blew as blithely as upon the meadows and the scented gorse. But
somehow or other I got out of the bustle and the gaiety, and
found myself walking slowly along a quiet, dull street, where
there seemed to be no sunshine and no air, and where the few
foot-passengers loitered as they walked, and hung indecisively
about corners and archways. I walked along, hardly knowing
where I was going or what I did there, but feeling impelled, as
one sometimes is, to explore still further, with a vague idea of
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