| 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: Ground zero for the TRINITY detonation was at UTM coordinates
630266.** Three shelters, located approximately 9,150 meters (10,000
yards) north, west, and south of ground zero, were built for the
protection of test personnel and instruments. The shelters had walls
of reinforced concrete and were buried under a few feet of earth. The
south shelter was the Control Point for the test (12). The Base Camp,
which was the headquarters for Project TRINITY, was located
approximately 16 kilometers southwest of ground zero. The principal
buildings of the abandoned McDonald Ranch, where the active parts of
the TRINITY device were assembled, stood 3,660 meters southeast of
ground zero. Seven guard posts, which were simply small tents or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: Uncle Joseph?" she continued. "If so, surely they had better send Amy
to us--" and in the mysterious delight of learning further details of
these arrangements, and suggesting more sensible plans of her own,
which, from the aggrieved way in which she spoke, she did not seem to
expect any one to adopt, Mrs. Denham completely forgot the presence of
a well-dressed visitor, who had to be informed about the amenities of
Highgate. As soon as Joan had taken her seat, an argument had sprung
up on either side of Katharine, as to whether the Salvation Army has
any right to play hymns at street corners on Sunday mornings, thereby
making it impossible for James to have his sleep out, and tampering
with the rights of individual liberty.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: asked Mr. Hempseed.
He sat in one of the seats inside the hearth, did Mr.
Hempseed, for he was an authority and important personage not only at
"The Fisherman's Rest," where Mr. Jellyband always made a special
selection of him as a foil for political arguments, but throughout the
neighborhood, where his learning and notably his knowledge of the
Scriptures was held in the most profound awe and respect. With one
hand buried in the capacious pockets of his corduroys underneath his
elaborately-worked, well-worn smock, the other holding his long clay
pipe, Mr. Hempseed sat there looking dejectedly across the room at the
rivulets of moisture which trickled down the window panes.
The Scarlet Pimpernel |
