| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: Between the silent dwellings of the city, the party passed
along Leith Walk, and went round the Calton Hill, where stood,
in the light of the gray dawn, the buildings of the Observatory
and Nelson's Monument. By Regent's Bridge and the North Bridge they
at last reached the lower extremity of the Canongate. The town
still lay wrapt in slumber.
Nell pointed to a large building in the center of an open space,
asking, "What great confused mass is that?"
"That confused mass, Nell, is the palace of the ancient kings
of Scotland; that is Holyrood, where many a sad scene has been enacted!
The historian can here invoke many a royal shade; from those of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare: What ho? Appothecarie?
Enter Appothecarie.
App. Who call's so low'd?
Rom. Come hither man, I see that thou art poore,
Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue
A dram of poyson, such soone speeding geare,
As will disperse it selfe through all the veines,
That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead,
And that the Trunke may be discharg'd of breath,
As violently, as hastie powder fier'd
Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: proposes anything, it must be borne in mind that he is offering to
treat; and if I did not want a drink, I must at least take the cigar.
I took it bashfully, feeling I had begun my American career on the
wrong foot. I did not enjoy that cigar; but this may have been from
a variety of reasons, even the best cigar often failing to please if
you smoke three-quarters of it in a drenching rain.
For many years America was to me a sort of promised land; 'westward
the march of empire holds its way'; the race is for the moment to the
young; what has been and what is we imperfectly and obscurely know;
what is to be yet lies beyond the flight of our imaginations.
Greece, Rome, and Judaea are gone by forever, leaving to generations
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