| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: illustrated by examples in the Sophist and Statesman. Notwithstanding the
differences of style, many resemblances may be noticed between the Philebus
and Gorgias. The theory of the simultaneousness of pleasure and pain is
common to both of them (Phil. Gorg.); there is also a common tendency in
them to take up arms against pleasure, although the view of the Philebus,
which is probably the later of the two dialogues, is the more moderate.
There seems to be an allusion to the passage in the Gorgias, in which
Socrates dilates on the pleasures of itching and scratching. Nor is there
any real discrepancy in the manner in which Gorgias and his art are spoken
of in the two dialogues. For Socrates is far from implying that the art of
rhetoric has a real sphere of practical usefulness: he only means that the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: "And do no men wear feathers in their hats?"
"Only Indians," Jeff explained. "Savages, you know." And he
sketched a war bonnet to show them.
"And soldiers," I added, drawing a military hat with plumes.
They never expressed horror or disapproval, nor indeed much surprise--
just a keen interest. And the notes they made!--miles of them!
But to return to our pussycats. We were a good deal impressed
by this achievement in breeding, and when they questioned us--I can
tell you we were well pumped for information--we told of what had
been done for dogs and horses and cattle, but that there was no effort
applied to cats, except for show purposes.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: especially warned against it by Mr. Powl.'
'Discipline before all,' said I. 'Follow your front-rank man.
With that, we began to turn our attention to the clothes. I was
amazed to find them fit so well: not A LA DIABLE, in the haphazard
manner of a soldier's uniform or a ready-made suit; but with
nicety, as a trained artist might rejoice to make them for a
favourite subject.
''Tis extraordinary,' cried I: 'these things fit me perfectly.'
'Indeed, Mr. Anne, you two be very much of a shape,' said Rowley.
'Who? What two?' said I.
'The Viscount,' he said.
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