| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from U. S. Project Trinity Report by Carl Maag and Steve Rohrer: At 0100 hours on 16 July, military policemen from Guard Posts 3, 5, 6,
and 7 met to compare their logs of personnel authorized to be in the
ground zero area. The guards then traveled along the access roads to
clear out all project personnel. As individuals left for their
assigned shelters or stations, their departures from the test area
were recorded in the military police logs. By 0200 the area sweep was
completed, and the military police went to their shelters and
stations. A final check of personnel was made in each shelter (3; 9;
12).
At the time of detonation, 99 project personnel were in the three
shelters: 29 in the north shelter, 37 in the west shelter, and 33 in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: day, that your share in the partnership is distressingly light in the
scale against their money? On one side, the Iliad, the Cid, Der
Freyschutz, and the frescos of the Vatican; on the other, three
hundred thousand francs in good, ringing coin! Tell me which side they
will trust and admire! The artist, the man of imagination who falls
into the bourgeois atmosphere--shall I tell you to what I compare him?
To Daniel cast into the lion's den, less the miracle of Holy Writ."
This invective against the bourgeoisie was uttered in a tone of heated
conviction which could scarcely fail to be communicated.
"Ah! madame," cried la Peyrade, "how eloquently you say things which
again and again have entered my troubled and anxious mind! But I have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: The court my voice shall echo in,
An' - wha can tell? -
Some ither day I may be yin
O' you mysel'.
THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE?
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine?
The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine,
Art thou not worse than that,
Still warm, a vacant nest where love once sat?
Her image nestled closer at my heart
Than cherished memories, healed every smart
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