| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poor and Proud by Oliver Optic: condescending to her; he had more than once done her a favor and
had always expressed a lively interest in her welfare. Therefore
she did not scruple to apply to him in the present emergency.
"Well, Katy, in what manner can I serve you?" inquired Simon, as
he elevated his head, and stood picking his teeth before her.
"I want you to do something for me very much indeed."
"State your business, Katy."
"Dr. Flynch has been to our house to-day, and wants the rent;
mother hasn't any money ----"
"And you wish me to lend you the amount?" continued Simon, when
Katy hesitated to reveal the family trouble. "It is really
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from U. S. Project Trinity Report by Carl Maag and Steve Rohrer: July. The tank carried two personnel (a driver and a passenger) each
trip. No member of this party received a radiation exposure of more
than 1 roentgen (1).
Five other men from the earth-sampling group entered the ground zero
area in a second tank, lined with lead for radiation protection. The
tank, carrying the driver and one passenger, made five trips into the
ground zero area to retrieve soil samples on 16 and 17 July. On two
trips, the tank passed over ground zero; on the others, it approached
to within about 90 meters of ground zero. The men scooped up soil
samples through a trap door in the bottom of the tank. One driver who
made three trips into the ground zero area received the highest
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: And beheld and counted the comers, and lo, they were forty score:
The pelting feet of the babes that ran already and played,
The clean-lipped smile of the boy, the slender breasts of the maid,
And mighty limbs of women, stalwart mothers of men.
The sires stood forth unabashed; but a little back from his ken
Clustered the scarcely nubile, the lads and maids, in a ring,
Fain of each other, afraid of themselves, aware of the king
And aping behaviour, but clinging together with hands and eyes,
With looks that were kind like kisses, and laughter tender as sighs.
There, too, the grandsire stood, raising his silver crest,
And the impotent hands of a suckling groped in his barren breast.
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