| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: [5] Cf. "Hiero," ix. 6, 7, 11; "Hipparch." i. 26.
[6] {to tou emporiou arkhe}. Probably he is referring to the
{epimeletai emporiou} (overseers of the market). See Harpocr.
s.v.; Aristot. "Athenian Polity," 51.
[7] For the sort of case, see Demosth. (or Deinarch.) "c. Theocr."
1324; Zurborg ad loc.; Boeckh, I. ix. xv. (pp. 48, 81, Eng. tr.)
It would indeed be a good and noble institution to pay special marks
of honour, such as the privilege of the front seat, to merchants and
shipowners, and on occasion to invite to hospitable entertainment
those who, through something notable in the quality of ship or
merchandise, may claim to have done the state a service. The
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: sound of pour human voices goes through my ears like sharp
bodkins"
"Lord safe us!" whispered Hobbie, "that the dead should bear sie
fearfu' ill-will to the living!--his saul maun be in a puir way,
I'm jealous."
"Come, my friend," said Earnscliff, "you seem to suffer under
some strong affliction; common humanity will not allow us to
leave you here."
"Common humanity!" exclaimed the being, with a scornful laugh
that sounded like a shriek, "where got ye that catch-word--that
noose for woodcocks--that common disguise for man-traps--that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: now I am content to bear the whole blame. At my own expense, I have
absolved that other of whom I once thought I had a right to complain.
I had not the art to keep him; fate has punished me heavily for my
lack of skill. I only knew how to love; how can one keep oneself in
mind when one loves? So I was a slave when I should have sought to be
a tyrant. Those who know me may condemn me, but they will respect me
too. Pain has taught me that I must not lay myself open to this a
second time. I cannot understand how it is that I am living yet, after
the anguish of that first week of the most fearful crisis in a woman's
life. Only from three years of loneliness would it be possible to draw
strength to speak of that time as I am speaking now. Such agony,
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