| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: the satin wrapper, herself break open the vessel at the opportune
moment? It seems probable. On the other hand, there may be a
spontaneous bursting, such as we shall see later in the Banded
Epeira's balloon, a tough wallet which opens a breach of its own
accord, long after the mother has ceased to exist.
The whole family emerges from the bag straightway. Then and there,
the youngsters climb to the mother's back. As for the empty bag,
now a worthless shred, it is flung out of the burrow; the Lycosa
does not give it a further thought. Huddled together, sometimes in
two or three layers, according to their number, the little ones
cover the whole back of the mother, who, for seven or eight months
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: instantly sprang higher up the bank, and ran for his life, he was
yet not quick enough to escape a shot. An arrow struck him in the
shoulder, another grazed his head.
The pain of his wounds lent him wings; and he had no sooner got
upon the level than he took to his heels and ran straight before
him in the dark, without a thought for the direction of his flight.
For a few steps missiles followed him, but these soon ceased; and
when at length he came to a halt and looked behind, he was already
a good way from the Moat House, though he could still see the
torches moving to and fro along its battlements.
He leaned against a tree, streaming with blood and water, bruised,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: Too high indeed, my state being so mean.
My study, like a mineral of gold,
Makes my heart proud, wherein my hopes enrolled;
My books is all the wealth I do possess.
[Here within they must beat with their hammers.]
And unto them I have engaged my heart.
O learning, how divine thou seems to me:
Within whose arms is all felicity.
Peace with your hammers! leave your knocking there:
You do disturb my study and my rest.
Leave off, I say, you mad me with the noise.
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