| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony
clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a
moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the
clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes
of the chime die away--they have endured but an instant--and a
light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And
now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and
fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many tinted windows
through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber
which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the
maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: even to gain the confidence, of Mataafa. The latter is not without
a sense of his own abilities or of the great service he has
rendered to his native land. He felt himself neglected; at the
very moment when the cry for his elevation rang throughout the
group he thought himself made little of on Mulinuu; and he began to
weary of his part. In this humour, he was exposed to a temptation
which I must try to explain, as best I may be able, to Europeans.
The bestowal of the great name, Malietoa, is in the power of the
district of Malie, some seven miles to the westward of Apia. The
most noisy and conspicuous supporters of that party are the
inhabitants of Manono. Hence in the elaborate, allusive oratory of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: To think that aught in things has solid frame;
For lightnings pass, no less than voice and shout,
Through hedging walls of houses, and the iron
White-dazzles in the fire, and rocks will burn
With exhalations fierce and burst asunder.
Totters the rigid gold dissolved in heat;
The ice of bronze melts conquered in the flame;
Warmth and the piercing cold through silver seep,
Since, with the cups held rightly in the hand,
We oft feel both, as from above is poured
The dew of waters between their shining sides:
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