| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: view to whole families or even classes. The fore-limbs, for instance,
which served as legs in the parent-species, may become, by a long course of
modification, adapted in one descendant to act as hands, in another as
paddles, in another as wings; and on the above two principles--namely of
each successive modification supervening at a rather late age, and being
inherited at a corresponding late age--the fore-limbs in the embryos of the
several descendants of the parent-species will still resemble each other
closely, for they will not have been modified. But in each individual new
species, the embryonic fore-limbs will differ greatly from the fore-limbs
in the mature animal; the limbs in the latter having undergone much
modification at a rather late period of life, and having thus been
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: what made the jar and crash. On the first cut the long strip of bark went
to the left and up against five little circular saws. Then the five pieces
slipped out of sight down chutes. When the log was trimmed a man stationed
near the huge band-saw made signs to those on the carriage, and I saw that
they got from him directions whether to cut the log into timbers, planks,
or boards. The heavy timbers, after leaving the saw, went straight down the
middle of the mill, the planks went to the right, the boards in another
direction. Men and boys were everywhere, each with a lever in hand. There
was not the slightest cessation of the work. And a log forty feet long and
six feet thick, which had taken hundreds of years to grow, was cut up in
just four minutes.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: as little as possible. I think they believed that we were only
premature tourists who had made a dash into Zululand to visit
some of the battlefields. Indeed none of us ever reported our
strange adventures, and after my experience with Kaatje we were
particularly careful to say nothing in the hearing of any
gentleman connected with the Press. But as a matter of fact
there were so many people moving about and such a continual
coming and going of soldiers and their belongings, that after we
had managed to buy some decent clothes, which we did at the
little town of Newcastle, nobody paid any attention to us.
On our way to Maritzburg one amusing thing did happen. We met
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