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<div class="col-md-12">
<div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 1}">
<div DataContext="{value: First}">
- <blockquote class="blockquote">
- <p class="mb-0">
- It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of
- wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was
- the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of
- Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had
- everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct
- to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period
- was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities
- insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative
- degree of comparison only.
- </p>
- <footer class="blockquote-footer">Charles Dickens: <cite title="Source Title">A Tale of Two Cities</cite></footer>
- </blockquote>
+ <bs:Card>
+ <FooterTemplate>
+ <footer class="blockquote-footer">Charles Dickens: <cite title="Source Title">A Tale of Two Cities</cite></footer>
+ </FooterTemplate>
+ <bs:CardBody>
+ <blockquote class="blockquote">
+ <p class="mb-0">
+ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of
+ wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was
+ the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of
+ Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had
+ everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct
+ to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period
+ was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities
+ insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative
+ degree of comparison only.
+ </p>
+ </blockquote>
+ </bs:CardBody>
+ </bs:Card>
</div>
</div>
<div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 2}">
<div DataContext="{value: Second}">
- <blockquote class="blockquote">
- <p class="mb-0">
- Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or
- no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought
- I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way
- I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I
- find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly
- November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before
- coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and
- especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a
- strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street,
- and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get
- to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a
- philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the
- ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men
- in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings
- towards the ocean with me.
- </p>
- <footer class="blockquote-footer">Herman Melville: <cite title="Source Title">Moby Dick</cite></footer>
- </blockquote>
+ <bs:Card>
+ <FooterTemplate>
+ <footer class="blockquote-footer">Herman Melville: <cite title="Source Title">Moby Dick</cite></footer>
+ </FooterTemplate>
+ <bs:CardBody>
+ <blockquote class="blockquote">
+ <p class="mb-0">
+ Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or
+ no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought
+ I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way
+ I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I
+ find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly
+ November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before
+ coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and
+ especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a
+ strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street,
+ and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get
+ to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a
+ philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the
+ ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men
+ in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings
+ towards the ocean with me.
+ </p>
+ </blockquote>
+ </bs:CardBody>
+ </bs:Card>
</div>
</div>
<div IncludeInPage="{value: Wizard.Step == 3}">
<div DataContext="{value: Third}">
- <blockquote class="blockquote">
- <p class="mb-0">
- No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that
- this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than
- man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their
- various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly
- as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm
- and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro
- over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their
- empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do
- the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of
- human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as
- impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of
- those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men
- upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary
- enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours
- are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and
- unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely
- drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great
- disillusionment.
- </p>
- <footer class="blockquote-footer">H.G. Wells: <cite title="Source Title">The War of the Worlds</cite></footer>
- </blockquote>
+ <bs:Card>
+ <FooterTemplate>
+ <footer class="blockquote-footer">H.G. Wells: <cite title="Source Title">The War of the Worlds</cite></footer>
+ </FooterTemplate>
+ <bs:CardBody>
+ <blockquote class="blockquote">
+ <p class="mb-0">
+ No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that
+ this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than
+ man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their
+ various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly
+ as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm
+ and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro
+ over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their
+ empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do
+ the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of
+ human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as
+ impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of
+ those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men
+ upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary
+ enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours
+ are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and
+ unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely
+ drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great
+ disillusionment.
+ </p>
+ </blockquote>
+ </bs:CardBody>
+ </bs:Card>
</div>
</div>
</div>