| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin: CHAPTER XII
CENTRAL CHILE
Valparaiso -- Excursion to the Foot of the Andes -- Structure
of the Land -- Ascend the Bell of Quillota -- Shattered
Masses of Greenstone -- Immense Valleys -- Mines -- State of
Miners -- Santiago -- Hot-baths of Cauquenes -- Gold-mines --
Grinding-mills -- Perforated Stones -- Habits of the Puma -- El
Turco and Tapacolo -- Hummingbirds.
JULY 23rd. -- The Beagle anchored late at night in the
bay of Valparaiso, the chief seaport of Chile. When
morning came, everything appeared delightful. After
The Voyage of the Beagle |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: by the majority which returned him, the strength of the
supporters of those principles.
For a long while before the appointed time is at hand the
election becomes the most important and the all-engrossing topic
of discussion. The ardor of faction is redoubled; and all the
artificial passions which the imagination can create in the bosom
of a happy and peaceful land are agitated and brought to light.
The President, on the other hand, is absorbed by the cares of
self- defence. He no longer governs for the interest of the
State, but for that of his re-election; he does homage to the
majority, and instead of checking its passions, as his duty
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: The little toys the youngsters break, for he's the children's friend.
And he's the one that sits all night to watch beside the dead,
And sends the worn-out sorrowers and broken hearts to bed.
The family wouldn't be complete without him night or day,
To smooth the little troubles out and drive the cares away.
When Mother Cooked With Wood
I do not quarrel with the gas,
Our modern range is fine,
The ancient stove was doomed to pass
From Time's grim firing line,
Yet now and then there comes to me
Just Folks |
