| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: for every day, and the other for the night; and that these watchmen
have a special care that no person go in or out of such infected houses
whereof they have the charge, upon pain of severe punishment. And
the said watchmen to do such further offices as the sick house shall
need and require: and if the watchman be sent upon any business, to
lock up the house and take the key with him; and the watchman by
day to attend until ten of the clock at night, and the watchman by
night until six in the morning.
Searchers.
'That there be a special care to appoint women searchers in every
parish, such as are of honest reputation, and of the best sort as can be
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: and took to the idea, which I didn't take no stock in,
that my brother was murdered so they hunted around and tried
to find his body, but couldn't and give it up. And so I
reckoned he was gone off somers to have a little peace,
and would come back to us when his troubles was kind
of healed. But late Saturday night, the 9th, Lem Beebe
and Jim Lane come to my house and told me all--told me
the whole awful 'sassination, and my heart was broke.
And THEN I remembered something that hadn't took no hold
of me at the time, because reports said this prisoner had
took to walking in his sleep and doing all kind of things
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: all nature is hushed save for the voices of the bells. The sea gleamed
pale and wan, but its hues changed, and the surface took all the
colors of steel. The sky was almost overspread with livid gray, but
down in the west there were long narrow bars like streaks of blood;
while lines of bright light in the eastern sky, sharp and clean as if
drawn by the tip of a brush, were separated by folds of cloud, like
the wrinkles on an old man's brow. The whole scene made a background
of ashen grays and half-tints, in strong contrast to the bale-fires of
the sunset. If written language might borrow of spoken language some
of the bold figures of speech invented by the people, it might be said
with the soldier that "the weather has been routed," or, as the
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