| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: actually up to his neck and swimming for his life in his
property, though it was still winter. He had another similar
swamp which I could not survey at all, because it was completely
under water, and nevertheless, with regard to a third swamp,
which I did SURVEY from a distance, he remarked to me, true to
his instincts, that he would not part with it for any
consideration, on account of the mud which it contained. And that
man intends to put a girdling ditch round the whole in the course
of forty months, and so redeem it by the magic of his spade. I
refer to him only as the type of a class.
The weapons with which we have gained our most important
Walking |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: essence, as a gallant and courtier should. On my soul, thou hast
stolen out to roll thyself on a hay mow! Thy only excuse will be
to swear by thy hilts that the farmer had a fair daughter."
"I pray thee, Walter," said another of the company, "cease thy
raillery, which suits neither time nor place, and tell us who was
at the gate just now."
"Doctor Masters, physician to her Grace in ordinary, sent by her
especial orders to inquire after the Earl's health," answered
Walter.
"Ha! what?" exclaimed Tracy; "that was no slight mark of
favour. If the Earl can but come through, he will match with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: The steamer passed a few more islets, Inveruglas, Eilad-whow, where stand
some ruins of a stronghold of the clan MacFarlane. At length the head
of the loch was reached, and the SINCLAIR stopped at Inversnaid.
Leaving Loch Arklet on the left, a steep ascent led to the Inn
of Stronachlacar, on the banks of Loch Katrine.
There, at the end of a light pier, floated a small steamboat,
named, as a matter of course, the Rob Roy. The travelers
immediately went on board; it was about to start. Loch Katrine
is only ten miles in length; its width never exceeds two miles.
The hills nearest it are full of a character peculiar to themselves.
"Here we are on this famous lake," said James Starr. "It has
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