| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: Reformation, destruction of books at, 9.
Restoration of burnt books, 11.
Richard of Bury, 47.
Ringwalt's Encyclopadia, 92.
Rivets on books, 135.
Rood and Hunte, 53.
Rot caused by rain, 2 1.
Royal Society, London, 71.
Rubens' engraved titles in Plantin Museum, 122.
--autograph receipts, 122.
Ruins of fire at Sotheby and Wilkinson's, 14.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: a sort of hard rind without, not entirely lacking in pride, and given
to expressing himself both sharply and scornfully about people. He
worked for very small results; that is to say, for just enough to
support his family and obtain the materials he needed; he never, under
any circumstances, refused to aid any one, or to lend a helping hand
to a poor artist; and he believed with the simple, reverent faith of
his ancestors. At length, by his unintermitting labour and
perseverance in the path he had marked out for himself, he began to
win the approbation of those who honoured his self-taught talent. They
gave him constant orders for churches, and he never lacked employment.
"One of his paintings possessed a strong interest for him. I no longer
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: near the huge band-saw made signs to those on the carriage, and I saw that
they got from him directions whether to cut the log into timbers, planks,
or boards. The heavy timbers, after leaving the saw, went straight down the
middle of the mill, the planks went to the right, the boards in another
direction. Men and boys were everywhere, each with a lever in hand. There
was not the slightest cessation of the work. And a log forty feet long and
six feet thick, which had taken hundreds of years to grow, was cut up in
just four minutes.
The place fascinated me. I had not dreamed that a sawmill could be brought
to such a pitch of mechanical perfection, and I wondered how long the
timber would last at that rate of cutting. The movement and din tired me,
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