| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: dispersed slowly, going to their homes, while a messenger set off
to the near-by county seat.
It was a weird, sad Easter Monday. Even nature seemed to feel the
pressure of the brooding horror, for heavy clouds piled up towards
noon and a chill wind blew fitfully from the north, bending the
young corn and the creaking tree-tops, and moaning about the
straw-covered roofs. Then an icy cold rain descended on the village,
sending the children, the only humans still unconscious of the fear
that had come on them all, into the houses to play quietly in the
corner by the hearth.
There was nothing else spoken of wherever two or three met together
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sophist by Plato: THEAETETUS: How?
STRANGER: First there is motion, which we affirm to be absolutely 'other'
than rest: what else can we say?
THEAETETUS: It is so.
STRANGER: And therefore is not rest.
THEAETETUS: Certainly not.
STRANGER: And yet is, because partaking of being.
THEAETETUS: True.
STRANGER: Again, motion is other than the same?
THEAETETUS: Just so.
STRANGER: And is therefore not the same.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: branch, and a notice board says "To Regent Street," or "To Oxford
Street," or some such lie. It is all just trench. For a time
you talk, but talking in single file soon palls. You cease to
talk, and trudge. A great number of telephone wires come into
the trench and cross and recross it. You cannot keep clear of
them. Your helmet pings against them and they try to remove it.
Sometimes you have to stop and crawl under wires. Then you
wonder what the trench is like in really wet weather. You hear a
shell burst at no great distance. You pass two pages of /The
Strand Magazine./ Perhaps thirty yards on you pass a
cigarette end. After these sensational incidents the trench
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