|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hiero by Xenophon:
the part of the choro-didaskoi, and so mutatis mutandis of the
hippic and gymnic."
And Hiero replied: Thus far you reason prettily, methinks, Simonides;
but about these mercenary troops have you aught to say? Can you
suggest a means to avoid the hatred of which they are the cause? Or
will you tell me that a ruler who has won the affection of his
subjects has no need for body-guards?
Nay, in good sooth (replied Simonides), distinctly he will need them
none the less. I know it is with certain human beings as with horses,
some trick of the blood they have, some inborn tendency; the more
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen:
of his time there; always there, or in the neighbourhood.
He particularly built upon a very happy summer and
autumn there this year; he felt that it would be so:
he depended upon it; a summer and autumn infinitely superior
to the last. As animated, as diversified, as social,
but with circumstances of superiority undescribable.
"Mansfield, Sotherton, Thornton Lacey," he continued;
"what a society will be comprised in those houses!
And at Michaelmas, perhaps, a fourth may be added:
some small hunting-box in the vicinity of everything so dear;
for as to any partnership in Thornton Lacey, as Edmund
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
itself, till the fiend in malice hurled it into the sea, to be a
pest to mariners. A narrow and untrodden cavern at the bottom
connects it with the outer sea; they could even then hear the
mysterious thunder and gurgle of the surge in the subterranean
adit, as it rolled huge boulders to and fro in darkness, and forced
before it gusts of pent-up air. It was a spot to curdle weak
blood, and to make weak heads reel: but all the fitter on that
account for Amyas and his fancy.
"You can sit here as in an arm-chair," said Cary, helping him down
to one of those square natural seats so common in the granite tors.
"Good; now turn my face to the Shutter. Be sure and exact. So.