| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: but if they fail, they subside gradually into a disappointed silence.
These tales, of course, are obsolete and ridiculous; because
they come down from very old times. Dunwich is indeed ridiculously
old - older by far than any of the communities within thirty miles
of it. South of the village one may still spy the cellar walls
and chimney of the ancient Bishop house, which was built before
1700; whilst the ruins of the mill at the falls, built in 1806,
form the most modern piece of architecture to be seen. Industry
did not flourish here, and the nineteenth-century factory movement
proved short-lived. Oldest of all are the great rings of rough-hewn
stone columns on the hilltops, but these are more generally attributed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Boys' Life of Abraham Lincoln by Helen Nicolay: every town and city on the way begged that the train might halt
within its limits, to give its people opportunity of showing
their grief and reverence. It was finally arranged that the
funeral cortege should follow substantially the same route over
which Lincoln had come in 1861 to take possession of the office
to which he added a new dignity and value for all time. On April
21, accompanied by a guard of honor, and in a train decked with
somber trappings, the journey was begun. At Baltimore, through
which, four years before, it was a question whether the
President-elect could pass with safety to his life, the coffin
was taken with reverent care to the great dome of the Exchange,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: their slow approach to the wharf among slipping horses,
laden carts, vociferating teamsters, and then the startling
quiet of the ferry-boat, where they would sit side
by side under the snow, in the motionless carriage,
while the earth seemed to glide away under them,
rolling to the other side of the sun. It was incredible,
the number of things he had to say to her, and in what
eloquent order they were forming themselves on his
lips . . .
The clanging and groaning of the train came nearer,
and it staggered slowly into the station like a prey-
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