| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: of litmus paper and a piece of turmeric paper in a solution of
sulphate of soda: placing each of them upon a separate plate of
glass, he connected them together by means of a string moistened
with the same solution. He then attached one of them to the
positive conductor of an electric machine, and the other to the
gas-pipes of this building. These he called his 'discharging train.'
On turning the machine the electricity passed from paper to paper
through the string, which might be varied in length from a few
inches to seventy feet without changing the result. The first paper
was reddened, declaring the presence of sulphuric acid; the second
was browned, declaring the presence of the alkali soda.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: toilettes ranged about the wall. The bowl is lit, and the punch is
burnt and sent round in scalding thimblefuls. So a good hour or two
may pass with song and jest. And then we go home in the moonlit
morning, straggling a good deal among the birch tufts and the
boulders, but ever called together again, as one of our leaders winds
his horn. Perhaps some one of the party will not heed the summons,
but chooses out some by-way of his own. As he follows the winding
sandy road, he hears the flourishes grow fainter and fainter in the
distance, and die finally out, and still walks on in the strange
coolness and silence and between the crisp lights and shadows of the
moonlit woods, until suddenly the bell rings out the hour from far-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: rows and rows of the little arm-chairs sat, and where all the little
girls learned to Count, and to say Their Prayers, and to Tell the
Time, and to sing ``Angels Bright,'' and to know the A B C blocks.
Sister Theckla, who always stayed the one hour in that room, had
gone to say to the Sisters that the one hour was over, and that it
was raining, and what must the little girls do now?
While Sister Theckla was gone, all the little girls went to the
windows, and all the tiny girls looked at the rain coming down,
coming down in drops, so many drops; and so fast the drops came that
they seemed to come in long strings of drops straight from the sky.
Then one little girl laughed and began to beat on the window by
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