| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: incredibly strong and alert or a helpless log, quicken this passion
and allay that, all by means of drugs, and here was a new miracle
to be added to this strange armoury of phials the doctors use!
But Gibberne was far too eager upon his technical points to enter
very keenly into my aspect of the question.
It was the 7th or 8th of August when he told me the distillation
that would decide his failure or success for a time was going forward
as we talked, and it was on the 10th that he told me the thing was
done and the New Accelerator a tangible reality in the world. I met
him as I was going up the Sandgate Hill towards Folkestone--I think
I was going to get my hair cut, and he came hurrying down to meet
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: Plucker, the axis of such a crystal was always repelled by a magnet.
But we showed that it was only necessary to substitute, in whole or
in part, carbonate of iron for carbonate of lime, thus changing the
magnetic but not the optical character of the crystal, to cause the
axis to be attracted. That the deportment of magnetic crystals is
exactly antithetical to that of diamagnetic crystals isomorphous
with the magnetic ones, was proved to be a general law of action.
In all cases, the line which in a diamagnetic crystal set equatorially,
always set itself in an isomorphous magnetic crystal axially.
By mechanical compression other bodies were also made to imitate the
Iceland spar.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: -----<>-----
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,
All along the valley, where thy waters flow,
I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago.
All along the valley while I walk'd to-day,
The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away;
For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed
Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead,
And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree,
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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