|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sophist by Plato:
argue that there is no such thing as the art of image-making and
phantastic, because not-being has no place in language. Hence arises the
necessity of examining speech, opinion, and imagination.
And first concerning speech; let us ask the same question about words which
we have already answered about the kinds of being and the letters of the
alphabet: To what extent do they admit of combination? Some words have a
meaning when combined, and others have no meaning. One class of words
describes action, another class agents: 'walks,' 'runs,' 'sleeps' are
examples of the first; 'stag,' 'horse,' 'lion' of the second. But no
combination of words can be formed without a verb and a noun, e.g. 'A man
learns'; the simplest sentence is composed of two words, and one of these
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris:
McTeague's, stood at the letter-press taking a copy of a
letter; a third man, a little older than the other two, was
pottering over a transit. This latter was massively built,
and wore overalls and low boots streaked and stained and
spotted in every direction with gray mud. The dentist
looked slowly from one to the other; then at length, "Is the
foreman about?" he asked.
The man in the muddy overalls came forward.
"What you want?"
He spoke with a strong German accent.
The old invariable formula came back to McTeague on the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy:
and solving them in the morning when his head would be fresh, he
lay down on his clean bed. But it was long before he could sleep.
Together with the fresh air and the moonlight, the croaking of
the frogs entered the room, mingling with the trills of a couple
of nightingales in the park and one close to the window in a bush
of lilacs in bloom. Listening to the nightingales and the frogs,
Nekhludoff remembered the inspector's daughter, and her music,
and the inspector; that reminded him of Maslova, and how her lips
trembled, like the croaking of the frogs, when she said, "You
must just leave it." Then the German steward began going down to
the frogs, and had to be held back, but he not only went down but