| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne: sad perversity of her scowl,-- ready to do her utmost; and with
affection enough, if that were all, to do a hundred times as much!
There could be few more tearful sights,--and Heaven forgive us
if a smile insist on mingling with our conception of it!--few
sights with truer pathos in them, than Hepzibah presented on that
first afternoon.
How patiently did she endeavor to wrap Clifford up in her great,
warm love, and make it all the world to him, so that he should
retain no torturing sense of the coldness and dreariness without!
Her little efforts to amuse him! How pitiful, yet magnanimous,
they were!
House of Seven Gables |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: 'He smells the truth.' His eyes are now steadily fixed on this
wonderful voltaic current, and he must learn more of its mode of
transmission.
On May 23, 1833, he read a paper before the Royal Society 'On a new
Law of Electric Conduction.' He found that, though the current
passed through water, it did not pass through ice:--why not, since
they are one and the same substance? Some years subsequently he
answered this question by saying that the liquid condition enables
the molecule of water to turn round so as to place itself in the
proper line of polarization, while the rigidity of the solid
condition prevents this arrangement. This polar arrangement must
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: a heavy pendant of gold chains and carved cameos, swung from a thin
neck chain of the same metal. The necklace was broken: in three
places the links were pulled apart and the cameos swung loose
and partly detached. But it was the supporting chain that held my
eye and fascinated with its sinister suggestion. Three inches of
it had been snapped off, and as well as I knew anything on earth, I
knew that the bit of chain that the amateur detective had found,
blood-stain and all, belonged just there.
And there was no one I could talk to about it, no one to tell me
how hideously absurd it was, no one to give me a slap and tell me
there are tons of fine gold chains made every year, or to point out
The Man in Lower Ten |
