| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: show you something that will interest you.' We walked northwards,
passed the house of Mr. Babbage, which drew forth a reference to the
famous evening parties once assembled there. We reached Blandford
Street, and after a little looking about he paused before a
stationer's shop, and then went in. On entering the shop, his usual
animation seemed doubled; he looked rapidly at everything it
contained. To the left on entering was a door, through which he
looked down into a little room, with a window in front facing
Blandford Street. Drawing me towards him, he said eagerly,
'Look there, Tyndall, that was my working-place. I bound books in
that little nook.' A respectable-looking woman stood behind the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: and Flopsy's joy when Peter and
Benjamin arrived in triumph with
the young family. The rabbit babies
were rather tumbled and very hungry;
they were fed and put to bed.
They soon recovered.
A new long pipe and a fresh supply
of rabbit tobacco was presented
to Mr. Bouncer. He was rather
upon his dignity; but he accepted.
Old Mr. Bouncer was forgiven,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: Beasts of Gevaudan.
The lanterns had somewhat dazzled me, and I ploughed distressfully
among stones and rubbish-heaps. All the other houses in the
village were both dark and silent; and though I knocked at here and
there a door, my knocking was unanswered. It was a bad business; I
gave up Fouzilhac with my curses. The rain had stopped, and the
wind, which still kept rising, began to dry my coat and trousers.
'Very well,' thought I, 'water or no water, I must camp.' But the
first thing was to return to Modestine. I am pretty sure I was
twenty minutes groping for my lady in the dark; and if it had not
been for the unkindly services of the bog, into which I once more
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